Skill Maker in a Game Like World-Chapter 123: Choice

Enzo then sat on the sofa where Claire had placed her suit.

Perhaps she had taken a shower in her room because Enzo faintly heard the sound of a stream of water falling onto the floor.

Given that she always looked clean, Enzo guessed she had a habit of taking long showers.

He ended up just relaxing while playing with his cell phone, occasionally seeing Vera at night through the glass facade.

His head was actually thinking more about his older sister, wondering what she had done to outwit the association president.

Of course, he had concerns for her despite knowing she was stronger.

After almost 30 minutes, only then did the door to Claire's room open again.

Enzo didn't know what to say since he waited for her to take a shower for so long and still had to wait for her to finish cooking before he could eat.

However, his eyes could not help but shine as he saw her figure after the shower with her hair still slightly wet and still in a ponytail.

She was of course no longer wearing a shirt or suit since this was in her house and it was already nighttime.

She was only wearing cream-colored relaxed pajamas with long sleeves.

Maybe she did prefer long-sleeved clothes so even her pajamas were like that.

She looked at Enzo who was just sitting then said, "if you want to take a shower, you can take a shower over there, that's also the bathroom!"

She pointed to one of the doors that was a bit close to the kitchen.

When he left the hotel with Rosa, Enzo was very clean as he had just finished showering.

Unfortunately, the fight had left him a bit sweaty and a bit dusty.

It was just that he was a bit lazy to take another shower.

"Do you mind coming into contact with me if I don't shower?" Enzo asked her with a chuckle.

He wasn't sure why he would say that. He just wanted to say it, act as if they were really lovers who would make love later.

Maybe the urge to have her made him lose his rationality in saying things.

Even he could not say what was happening to him now, as if he continued to possess every beautiful woman he knew.

Perhaps it was because he had the power and background that his hidden vices became uncontrollable.

"Not that I mind, but I prefer cleanliness," Claire replied calmly without showing the slightest change in expression.

After that, she walked into the kitchen, leaving Enzo surprised by her answer.

He spoke with an ulterior motive and it turned out that she was like that too.

Of course, this made him wonder if this was a signal that she agreed with him.

After thinking about it without finding an answer, he finally went to the bathroom that the woman pointed to.

The woman glanced at him briefly before starting to take out the groceries from her Dimensional Artifact.

Inside the bathroom, Enzo chose to take a long shower.

He used a lot of soap.

He even used the shampoo three times so that his hair became very soft.

He then dried his body and put on a pair of soccer shorts that were very comfortable for relaxing.

As for his top, he wore a shirt that was stylish but also comfortable if used for sleeping.

"Ehmm!" He cleared his throat as he saw Claire arranging the food on the table.

She was actually cooking fried rice, but it was not only mixed with eggs, but also with pieces of meat and various types of onions.

The aroma was very fragrant and gave a very strong sensation of hunger to Enzo who smelled it.

In addition, he saw a sauce that seemed to have a mixture of chili and spices as well as salt due to its sharp aroma.

Claire looked at him when she heard his voice.

She stood beside the chair and invited him to sit in front of her.

When he sat down, only then did she sit down as well.

"Please eat," she told him.

Enzo immediately picked up a spoon and fork.

Claire was obviously a very skilled cook. He knew it was delicious and after putting a spoonful of the fried rice into his mouth, his tongue instantly felt comfortable.

His hands started moving quickly to eat the fried rice.

Claire herself ate but she ate leisurely, occasionally drinking warm tea that she made for herself while Enzo made orange juice mixed with honey and milk.

Enzo who ate too fast finished the rice on his plate in no time.

He wasn't even that full, but Claire seemed to have only cooked enough for two plates, so he pretended to be full.

Perhaps that woman was used to cooking just the right amount so she thought it was enough for him.

He began to focus on drinking his juice, waiting for her to finish eating to see what she would do next.

Perhaps he needed to take the initiative first to see her true thoughts.

If he embraced her and she didn't resist, then from tonight on, she belonged to him.

He drank leisurely but it turned out that she was just eating slower.

To chew a spoonful of rice, it took her more than a minute, let alone when she ate pieces of meat, it took her even more time.

Enzo didn't know if she deliberately slowed down her eating or if she had always been like that because her movements seemed natural.

He had ultimately never seen her eat despite having been in the same class as her.

Of course, no matter how slowly she ate, she still finished her food after some time. Even she ate so cleanly that not a single piece of food was left on her plate.

The woman remained seated, breathing slowly as if trying to digest the food in her stomach.

After finishing the meal, it was of course uncomfortable to stand up immediately.

"I think it's better to drink wine now," Enzo said.

With this kind of atmosphere, it was not just an option but something that would definitely add to the thrill.

"I don't have wine and can't drink wine," Claire replied, surprising Enzo.

"Really?" he said.

"Yes, my family is anti-alcohol," she replied.

"It's not that we're conservative, but we're a family that values healthy living," she added.

Enzo could only nod at that. He had no words to comment.

After a while, Claire finally stood up.

Enzo continued to stare at her while she suddenly returned his gaze.

"What are you waiting for?" she said to him.

Enzo instantly froze upon hearing that, not expecting her to say that.

This was not something he could guess because what she meant was clear.

What else would he want if she were to say that.

After freezing, he smiled charmingly.

"I know you chose me," he said, not immediately standing up.

Claire was silent at his words.

After that, she took a step towards the door of her room.

"If you don't want to sleep in my room, you can go to another room," she said.

How could Enzo remain silent hearing that.

He immediately stood up and followed her with hurried steps.

The fragrance of her body was obvious when he walked behind her as he passed through the wind that came into contact with her body.

Quickly, they arrived in front of the door of her room and she went straight in without closing the door which of course still closed on its own after he passed by.

The room was quite spacious, but very simple with only a bed, a wardrobe, and a study table where a laptop with medium specifications was on it.

Enzo really didn't see anything else besides those three.

He made an observation so he was a bit late and when he looked at Claire again, she was already sitting on the mattress with her legs crossed.

After that, she let go of the elastic binding her black hair so that it flowed down.

Her face looked a little different with her hair down where she looked more relaxed compared to when her hair was in a ponytail where she looked too formal and somewhat stiff.

Enzo was very happy just looking at her.

Fortunately, he was wearing panties underneath his shorts or else his hard standing dragon would have been obvious.

"Are you sure, Claire?" Enzo couldn't help but speak first.

For him this remained beyond imagination.

The woman who seemed distant to his eyes at that moment was sitting on the bed and he was right in front of her.

The problem was that she clearly accepted it and was ready to have a relationship on the bed with him.

"Do you have any doubts?" she asked with an expression that looked like she was holding back laughter.

Even for those who knew her well, it was hard to see that kind of expression from her.