Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 800: Chapter 255: No Regrets for Things Done or Trials Faced_3

“Thank you.”

The door had not been closed to begin with.

At this moment, a playful little head popped in as if to confirm something with its gaze.

Seeing the person in the bathtub, Vera Williams also let out a sigh of relief.

She walked in and placed the bathrobe on the vanity’s clothing rack before saying, “I’ve put it on the rack for you.”

“Mhm.”

It was then that Leonard Churchill saw Vera Williams.

She had already changed out of her evening gown and was wearing a thin silk nightgown.

The material of the dress was silky smooth and semi-transparent.

No other garments were worn underneath, and upon closer inspection, the full and round enchanting view could be vaguely seen.

The two had been living together in a tent in Bolton Town before, so even being alone in a room now didn’t feel awkward in the slightest.

Vera Williams didn’t avoid eye contact; she glanced at Leonard Churchill in the bathtub, a playful smile in her lively eyes as she asked casually, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, how about I give you a back rub?”

“Sure.”

A smile appeared in Leonard Churchill’s eyes; he had already sensed the subtle shift in her aura.

It wasn’t that he really needed someone to wait on him, but he realized she must not dampen the courage that the young girl had mustered with great difficulty.

“Hehe…”

Overjoyed by his response, Vera Williams came closer and gently wiped his broad back with a towel, all the while murmuring, “I’ve never tried this before, so don’t blame me if I’m not skilled~”

After spending these days together, such intimate actions no longer felt uncomfortable.

As she used the towel, Vera Williams expressed her admiration, “Wow… Mr. Leonard Churchill, your muscle definition is so beautiful. I was startled when you fought Barre Shepherd… Do you know, when your clothes burst open, so many girls in the manor were spellbound~”

Leonard Churchill: “It wasn’t that exaggerated.”

Vera Williams: “Really~”

The wooden hut was silent, save for the clear sound of flowing water, the warm spring nourishing the skin, with pores wide open.

Leonard Churchill felt very comfortable too.

The two occasionally chatted idly, the atmosphere warm and harmonious.

The water from the brass water pipe was still gushing, overflowing from the bathing pool.

Vera Williams crouched by the bathtub, gently wiping, as if she too enjoyed this quiet time together.

Even in silence, it felt just right.

But unconsciously, her dress also got wet, clinging to her skin, and she murmured, “Ah, my nightgown is wet too~”

How could Leonard Churchill not hear the overflowing affection she was harboring secretly? He pondered for a moment and then suggested with a laugh, “How about you hop in too, Miss Anne?”

The tone was that of their normal conversation, without a hint of awkwardness.

This bold and suggestive suggestion did not make the atmosphere awkward; instead, it was like a break in the clouds, clearing the air of any stuffiness that had been there before.

The Vera Williams behind him seemed to have found her opportunity, not showing any different color on her pretty face, blinking and asking in the same casual tone, “Can I?”

Leonard Churchill smiled faintly, “Then… shall I let you?”

Vera Williams knew that he understood her intentions, yet he deliberately phrased it this way. But his response was clever, offering a graceful way for her to overcome a hint of shyness.

She became bold, pouting and playfully retorting, “Why can’t we soak together? The bathtub is quite large~”

Their mutual intentions were clear.

But a skillful conversation made everything seem natural.

Leonard Churchill happily said, “Of course. If you don’t mind it being a bit crowded.”

“Certainly not.”

Upon hearing this, Vera Williams spoke with a light and merry voice, “Good. Then let me shower first.”

…

While the bathroom was moderately sized, that’s as big as it got.

The position of the bathtub provided a clear view of the shower corner.

There was nowhere to hide while changing clothes.

Vera Williams walked over, fully coming into Leonard Churchill’s view.

It was only then that he saw her dress was indeed soaked through.

The flesh-colored silk nightgown, now clinging to her delicate skin, was nearly see-through, nearly transparent.

The lace pattern of the undergarments she wore was clearly visible.

Despite having summoned tremendous courage, Vera Williams, still a young girl, couldn’t help but blush.

The act was bold, perhaps a little too bold.

She faced away from Leonard Churchill and turned on the faucet.

Yet suddenly, as if having a realization, she seemed not to mind at all.

Vera Williams’s eyes curved with pensiveness, followed by a relieved smile, questioning in her heart: Why not?

With an open mind, the young woman showed no shyness, boldly slipping the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders.

The dress, still sticking to her, was pulled down nonchalantly, as if no one was watching.

Slipped down completely.

Then, she casually hung the soaked dress on a nearby rack.

At that moment, a vast expanse of her skin was exposed to the air, under the light, her skin was as fine and clear as porcelain, glowing with a soft, white sheen.

The bathroom was filled with warm steam, and in the mirror, her pretty face appeared flushed, whether from shyness or the heat.

Vera Williams also felt the gaze from behind; the ease in her smile gave her courage, and without coyness, she turned around and boldly asked, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, what do you think?”

Leonard Churchill certainly knew she was asking about her figure, and he didn’t avert his gaze, appreciatively letting his eyes wander up and down before he complimented, “Hmm. Perfect.”

It wasn’t excessively spectacular, but it was exquisitely proportioned.

The essence of youth came forth.

It was indeed youth at its most beautiful.

“Perfect? That’s too much praise…”