In the upstairs study, Tom Fritz glanced at his watch, estimating that she should have finished her bath by now. He shut down his computer and stood up to leave. His tall and slender frame exuded an innate elegance. Yes, he hadn’t checked any more emails; he had been sorting out his emotions. He couldn’t deny that his heart had been stirred since that hug and that kiss…
Tom walked to the bedroom door and checked his watch again. He patiently waited for a few more minutes, worrying that girls might take longer in the bath. Even when he was silent and expressionless, he was incredibly charming.
At this moment, Agnes emerged from the bathroom wearing a black square-neck dress, the hem damp from water. She had already dried her hair and checked her phone for the time-25 minutes had passed. How would she spend tonight? She didn’t dare to think about it and felt very uneasy.
How many more emails had he read? Where did he stop? Did he realize it was her? How should she explain? Why hadn’t he come over yet? What was he thinking?
Agnes’s mind was filled with thoughts of Mr. Cat. She furrowed her brows slightly, feeling a faint sadness. She was a bit scared-scared that he would find out those emails were from her, scared that he would despise her. She hesitated with her phone in hand, wondering if she should text him to let him know she had finished her bath.
Just as Agnes opened his message page and was about to send him a text, there was a gentle knock on the locked bedroom door. The girl looked up, put down her phone, and walked towards the door. She gently opened it and saw him standing there. She took a step back as Tom stepped inside.
“Haven’t you taken a bath yet?” Seeing that she hadn’t changed clothes, the man asked in confusion, “Is it uncomfortable?”
“I’ve finished,” Agnes replied, closing the door and looking down shyly; the hem of her dress was still wet.
Tom looked at her intently again.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like the clothes Grandma prepared?”
“It’s a spaghetti-strap nightgown,” she said softly, “It’s a bit… too sexy for me; I’m not used to it.”
Noticing the water dripping from her dress hem, Tom frowned slightly and thought for a moment before stepping towards the door.
Agnes realized what he intended to do and quickly grabbed his arm to stop him.
Tom turned to look at her.
“Don’t go to Grandma,” Agnes met his gaze calmly, “Grandma must have done it on purpose. If you go to her because of a dress, she’ll get suspicious.”
Since she was helping him this much already, she didn’t want any mistakes. Because he was the man she loved deeply, almost like a deity in her heart, she genuinely didn’t want him to marry Lisa.
Tom Fritz was touched by her thoughtfulness and kindness. He pondered for a moment and then asked softly, “Would you mind wearing my shirt?”
The girl slowly let go of his hand and met his gaze without answering. Her heart felt soft and sour with countless things she wanted to say but didn’t know how to start.
Tom took her silence as consent.
“I’ll get one for you; wait here.”
He turned and walked towards the walk-in closet.
Watching his tall and charming back, her love for him surged again, but she tried hard to stay calm.
Mr. Cat, do you know? I really, really love you…
A moment later, Tom came out of the closet holding a meticulously ironed white shirt. Agnes snapped back to reality and quietly watched him approach.
Because he was very tall, his custom-made shirt was long with long sleeves-she could wear it as a dress.
“This… is expensive, right?” The girl hesitated.
“Will it get ruined if I wear it as sleepwear?”