Laura nodded in agreement.

Morrison climbed out of bed, his physique impressively muscular, exuding a palpable sense of strength from his well-defined chest and abdomen.

Laura couldn't help but notice that his build was not just for show — it was genuinely powerful.

Memories of the previous night, caused her cheeks to flush with warmth.

She hadn't expected to ever find herself in such a situation, so open and unguarded.

Pushing these thoughts aside, she headed to the bathroom.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she stood under the shower, letting the water cascade down her long, straight hair that trailed down her back like seaweed.

Suddenly, Honey woke up, crying loudly.

Hearing her daughter's cries, Laura quickly turned off the water, opened the bathroom door, and stepped out.

At that moment, Morrison entered the bathroom.

He caught sight of Laura.

His expression shifted subtly.

Aware of her appearance, Laura quickly closed the door.

“Is Honey hungry?" she asked. “I'll make formula for her soon."

"No, don't use formula," Laura instructed before Morrison could proceed.

“Why not?" he inquired.

"No particular reason. Just hold her for now, and I'll feed her shortly," Laura responded, feeling the discomfort from not having nursed for over a day.

Morrison didn't press further.

He gently cradled the baby in his arms, his robust frame contrasting, with the delicate way he held Honey.

After her shower, Laura emerged in a bathrobe and found Morrison by the window, still holding the baby.