She eventually found her way to Bennett's room, carrying her freshly cooked noodles.

Hesitating slightly before knocking, she was startled by a faint sound of something falling within the room.

The room's sound insulation was so good that she couldn't hear it clearly. Only a faint sound reached her ears.

What a pity! Bennett was sulking alone.

Claudia, mentally preparing to knock, was caught off guard when the door swung open.

Bennett stood before her, fresh from a shower, his short hair damp and his nightgown Loose.

His gaze immediately landed on the bowl of noodles on the tray in her hands. His eyes narrowed. "Is this for me?"

His freshly showered presence was so intense it made Claudia inexplicably jittery.

“I made some noodles. Would you care for some?"

“Thank you. I could use a bite."

He accepted, taking the tray from her and stepping back into the room. Claudia stood in the doorway, caught in a moment of indecision.

Bennett, who had moved to the sofa, Looked up at her and asked, "Aren't you coming in?"

After a brief hesitation, Claudia stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

However, as soon as she sat, a wave of regret washed over her.

It was Late, and they were alone in a room, fostering a subtly romantic atmosphere.

Bennett, fresh from his shower, wore a loosely fitted bathrobe, the collar gaping open, the belt barely tightened around his waist.

It was a casual attire for a home setting, no fault of his, but Claudia found herself unable to meet his gaze.

The noodles were still steaming hot. Bennett, not in a hurry to dig in, leaned casually against the sofa and looked at her.

“You have a show this Saturday, don't you?"

Caught off guard, Claudia nearly forgot about her performance. "Yes."

“What time?"

Claudia blinked her eyes and replied, “Around ten o'clock in the morning."

Had she misinterpreted his interest?

Could Bennett actually be considering attending her performance?