Agnes knew Jared was a stickler for personal hygiene. He showered every day and never wore the same clothes for more than a day.
"Let me adjust the water temperature for you," she told him.
The hotel bathroom was a shower stall, and Agnes quickly had the temperature set just right.
This was a five-star hotel, pajamas were provided, and as for what Jared was going to wear tomorrow, he'd probably have his assistant bring it over once he sobered up.
After a lot of hassling, Agnes finally got Jared into the bathroom, and he seemed to have sobered up a bit.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
When Agnes appeared from the bathroom, she checked the time.
She needed to leave, but she was a bit worried. Then she thought, Jared's not a kid, he'd probably just go to sleep after his shower, there wouldn’t be any problem.
As Agnes prepared to leave, just as she reached the door, she heard a clatter from the bathroom.
Agnes rushed in at once, opening the door to find Jared had fallen over. He hadn't even stripped yet; his clothes were soaked through. But him sitting on the floor rubbing his forehead didn't seem embarrassing, rather, it was kind of cute.
Agnes had never associated the word "cute" with Jared. But now, Jared seemed like a kid who'd done something wrong, a hint of a smile on his face, "Agnes, I fell."
There was a touch of hurt in his voice; Agnes felt helpless.
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