Fit For Your Love

As Rachel thought, she paused.

Suddenly, someone held her hand. The thick and warm palm touched her.

Rachel stiffened and struggled subconsciously, but she was being held tightly, unable to break free.

At the same time, Rachel thought of something. She turned around and looked at the man standing behind her. "You... Finished?"

Rachel let Everett take a shower before she came in.

It was only been a while. She found it hard to believe he had a shower so fast.

Rachel's eyes fell on Everett, who was wearing a dark bathrobe that reached to his calves and was tied around his waist with a belt.

It seemed to be tied casually, revealing a large area of his chest.

Droplets of water dripped from that chest and quickly flowed deep into it.

Rachel turned around and looked away. She said with red ears, "I didn't expect you to come out so fast."

Picking up the hairdryer, she was about to dry her hair when the man took the hairdryer away.

She was empty-handed.

Then, his long fingers stuck into her long hair. The warm wind blew on her long hair. His fingertips gently brushed her face and cheek through her long hair.

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She didn't know what was going on. In the blink of an eye, he had done with his shower.

And he was right behind her.

His breath, the scent of his body fell into her nose, wrapping around her like a stream.

Rachel's heart was beating fast.

Everett dried Rachel's hair skillfully.

When her long hair was almost dry, he took the essential oil, poked it in his palm, and applied it to the end of her hair.

His movements were slow, skillful, precise, and meticulous as if he was doing a project.

Of course, the reason he was so skilled was not that Everett was a genius, but that he had done it countless times.

He had done it many times during her six months' coma.

Moreover, in the past six months, he had learned many things that he would never do before, and even things that he thought he would never do in his life. And he did it.

The cloakroom gradually quieted down, leaving only the sound of the hairdryer.

Everything seemed to fall asleep.

Everett dried Olivia's long hair and smoothed it. Her hair hung down loosely.

He looked at the thick black hair, and his eyes dulled.

"It's getting late. Let's rest." He said.

He put his arm around Rachel's waist and took her out.

Rachel's body was still stiff, and she felt her body involuntarily stiffen as Everett's arm landed on her waist.

However, she did not break free, nor did she resist.

Her head was lowered, her ears were red, and even her fair face was flushed.

Everett knew well that Rachel was uncomfortable and shy.

It was like when they got married. When he touched her, she blushed.

She was not a person who could hide. All her emotions were on her face and could be seen through at a glance.

Now she was the same after losing her memory.

No matter she was Olivia or Rachel, she was still the same.

It was almost ten o'clock and it was completely quiet outside.

Evelyn Laban was a slow-paced town, which was very suitable for living and recuperation.

It was even more suitable for traveling.

Anyone who had been here would linger on here.

It was very comfortable here.

They lay on the bed. The lights were off and the bedroom was dark.

Rachel was held by Everett, and they were close to each other, covered in a thin quilt. Everything was the same as usual. However, Rachel was in a different mood than usual.

She felt that she should do something, but she resisted it in her heart.

So was her body.

With her eyes closed, Rachel clenched her hands and told herself that it was the right thing to do and she couldn't do that. She repeated this to herself over and over again.

But...