[~Song Recommendation: Closer by The Chainsmokers, Halsey & Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking~]
"Nana… Is everything okay?" Layla asked as Nana entered Michael's bedroom to deliver the dinner by herself. She averted her gaze and instead of uttering a single word left without wasting a single moment. Michael couldn't witness this indifferent attitude of hers as he was busy taking a bath.
'I can't recall anything that I did for her to become mad at me.' She sighed and was about to lean her back to the bedstand when the door to the bathroom opened, revealing Michael who wore nothing but a towel that wrapped around his waist.
"Layla… Are you okay?" He asked concerned while she sucked in a deep breath. This was not the question he should ask at a time like this, right? She recalled their intimate moments back in the hotel.
