She found that this guy had become increasingly casual about entering her room, and now he didn't even knock – he just waltzed right in!
Sky Moore glanced her over from head to toe, then indifferently withdrew his gaze, holding a towel in his hand and waving it toward Lily Smith: "Do you need help drying your hair?"
Lily stared at him as if she had seen a ghost.
Had he come here just to help her dry her hair?
"Sky Moore, get out."
Lily pointed toward the door, speaking irritably.
Sky's gaze deepened as he looked at her for a moment, and then he let out a soft sigh.
He approached and took hold of Lily's hand, pulling her over to the sofa, pressing down on her shoulders to seat her.
"I know you're still angry with me." He began drying her hair with the towel. "And you don't believe that I like you." Saying this, he sighed again, seemingly helpless, "It's my fault for not coming back in these eight years."
His humble apology left Lily momentarily stunned.
