Chapter 111 - Wet Clothes (1/2)

After dinner, Sean and Cleo went their separate ways. Usually, Sean would offer to take a woman home so late at night, but he had spotted a familiar figure secretly waiting outside, so he decided to give the man an opportunity.

After he left, Cleo started walking towards the bus stop. As she checked her watch, the roar of thunder suddenly startled her. A storm had been brewing all night and it seemed as though it had decided to finally pour down at that moment.

A few drops of water hit Cleo's head and she immediately started running. Just as the rain started getting heavier, she sensed something cover her.

Cleo quickly glanced to the side in surprise.

It was Max. He was using his jacket to cover both of them from the rain.

Why was he there?

”Max, what are you doing here?” Cleo asked.

Max and Cleo quickly ran under the bus shelter and shook the water off their bodies.

”I saw that a storm was coming, so I waited for you,” Max replied. ”I was worried that you'd get wet.”

Cleo looked at the soaked man and laughed. Why was he so pure-hearted?

She then pulled out some tissues from her handbag and started wiping his head and face. ”You should have come with an umbrella or something. You're going to get sick like this.”

”My car is actually parked across the street. The rain just beat me,” he said as he pointed to a car opposite the bus shelter.

As he spoke, he noticed the woman had moved in fairly close to him and her top had turned slightly see through from the rain. So, his heart started racing as he quickly covered her with his jacket. ”Be careful not to catch a cold,” he said awkwardly as he looked away and blushed.

Cleo glanced down and realized why the man was blushing. She then wrapped herself in the jacket and tried her best to hold back her laughter. What a shy man.

”Come back to my place and dry off a bit,” Cleo offered.

Max looked at the woman. She looked so vulnerable with her wet hair and clothes. How could she invite a man into her home at a time like this? It was much too dangerous. Even he couldn't trust himself.

Suddenly, ”Achoo!”, Max sneezed.

He had been so busy worrying about Cleo that he forgot he was wet too.