Chapter 185. Phantoms and Visions

By the time Carter finishes cooking, he senses Lara's presence behind him. Whipping around, he sees her dressed in the outfit he had prepared and left on the bed, her hair still dripping wet.

"Would it kill you to dry your hair before you stepped out, Lara?" Carter blurts out playfully, his attention focused on the stove.

"Nope, if only you provided me with a hair dryer," she retorts, walking towards the dining table to sit. "What was I supposed to dry it with? My breath?"

"You're getting yourself all wet," Carter remarks, ignoring her blabbing. "You're going to catch a cold."

Lara stares at his back for a moment before responding with a teasing smile. "If I didn't know any better, I would've believed you actually care about my well-being. I'm sure it's just because I'm getting your precious floor wet," she teases playfully. "Not to worry, I'm a profe