With a lightugh, he tilted his head and delicately picked up the bra with his fingers.


    “I saw the bra you wore yesterday this morning.


    Your size is right there on thebel, isn’t it?”


    Karina was at a loss for words.


    So, he was talking about seeing her bra!


    She had thought he meant her body.


    Frustration and embarrassment colored Karina’s face.


    Her eagerness to confirm he was Barlow made her overlook some details.


    Since she hadn’t put away her bra and had left it on the table, naturally he could have seen it.


    Her cheeks flushed, Karina bit her lip and took the bra from his hand.


    “Isn’t it inappropriate for a man to handle a woman’s underwear?”


    She was irritated that he hadn’t been more explicit with his words; otherwise, she wouldn’t have misunderstood.


    Karina threw back the covers and climbed out of bed, preparing to change her clothes in the bathroom.


    Barlow smiled and said, “Karina, you’re my girlfriend.


    Isn’t it normal for me to touch your underwear?”


    “I am not your girlfriend!” Karina snapped back.


    “You can’t deny it, Karina.


    You touched and hugged mest night.


    How can you say you’re not my girlfriend?” Barlow said calmly from behind her.


    Karina was dumbfounded.


    She


    spun around and red at him.


    “When did …”


    He raised an eyebrow, prompting her to recall what happenedst night.


    Karina frowned, recalling that she had woken up and found herself on the bed this morning.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    Could she have sleepwalkedst night and touched and hugged him in her sleep?


    No way! She never sleepwalked.


    Perhaps he had moved her to the bed, holding and embracing her.


    Karina, not wanting to continue the conversation, hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.


    Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she nced back at the washstand, then quietly took the toothbrush he had used and wrapped it up.


    At Moreno’s house, in the bedroom on the third floor, warm sunlight poured through the expansive ss window, casting golden patches on the floor.


    Rosalynn sat cross-legged by the French window, lost in thought, as she gazed at thendscape outside.


    It had been half a month since shest saw her husband.


    Despite their daily video chats, she deeply missed him.