The CEO’s Regret My Ex-Wife is a Tech Goddess novel Chapter 220

Alaina was loosely wrapped in a set of pure cotton pajamas, the gossamer-thin fabric doing a dangerously poor job of hiding her stunning curves.

Her raven hair was completely soaked, droplets of water tracing a path down her slender neck, gliding over her delicate collarbones, and slipping beneath the relaxed collar, leaving a teasing, icy trail against her flushed skin.

Her eyes were heavy and misty from the scorching shower, the outer corners flushed a deep pink, giving her a languid, utterly defenseless vulnerability.

A soft click echoed as Silas finally arrived, pushing the bedroom door open.

The golden lamplight spilled into the room, and the absolute first thing his eyes locked onto was her standing by the closet.

She glanced over her shoulder and blurted, "You're home."

Realizing how insanely domestic she sounded, a furious blush crawled up her neck, and she snapped her gaze away.

Silas offered a low hum. Closing the distance with slow, deliberate steps, his deep, gravelly voice washed over her like a physical weight. "Dry your hair first, or you'll catch a cold."

With effortless grace, he plucked the hairdryer from the nightstand and clicked it onto a gentle, warm setting.

He stepped up directly behind her. Leaning forward slightly, his massive frame effectively boxed her in, creating an intensely intimate, inescapable cocoon just for the two of them.

The soft hum of the dryer filled the silence.

His long fingers threaded through her damp hair, the rough pads of his fingertips dragging slowly across her scalp with an agonizingly gentle rhythm.

Every time he raked his hand upward, a blast of hot air washed over the nape of her neck and the shell of her ear.

When his blistering knuckles accidentally brushed against the impossibly soft skin of her nape, a violent, electric shiver tore straight down her spine.

This wasn't even the first time he had dried her hair for her.

Yet, she still shrank into her shoulders, her ears catching fire as her breathing unraveled into ragged, uneven pants.

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