There were two things that surprised Dirk Carter.
The first was the table full of delicious and aromatic food.
Two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup.
Even though they were just homemade meals, both the presentation and aroma reached the level of a master chef.
The next was Megan Goodman's attire.
She wasn't wearing a bathrobe or pajamas, but one of Dirk Carter's T-shirts.
The T-shirt, from Dirk who stood over six feet, naturally looked loose on her.
In this case,
her proud bust couldn't be accentuated.
However, the hem, which barely covered her bottom, perfectly outlined her fair, long legs.
Especially with the size,
as if one careless movement would expose everything below.
There was a mysterious allure of partial reveal.
Honestly, this outfit had more allure than being completely bare.
"Did you... did you make all this?"
Dirk Carter set down his bag and asked in surprise.
"Yeah."
