If Ophelia was still alive, how could she have been controlled for six long years and yet have been unable to find a way to reach Deirdre?

Lost in thought, she didn’t even notice the movement outside the windows. By the time the bathroom door was opened, it was too late.

She tried to cover her naked body, but with merely her two arms, she couldn’t cover much.

Even though wet hair stuck to her shoulders like glue, Deirdre had striking features, a stunning expression, and snow-white skin tone, which turned rather red as time passed.

Brendan’s Adam’s apple moved as he looked at Deirdre’s graceful body. Even if he was a man of honor and integrity, it would be difficult for him to control himself at that moment.

He took off his tie, removed his shirt, and squeezed under the showerhead with Deirdre.

Feeling Brendan’s burning hot skin, Deirdre was startled and asked stutteringly, “What are you doing?”

Brendan increased the flow rate of the showerhead and whispered in Deirdre’s ear, “Di