313. Noah in ladies' restroom with Jemma

Jemma stole glances at him, feeling more embarrassed with Jia's words echoing in her mind.

"What if someone sees us? You shouldn't have come in here," she blurted out.

"I don't care," he replied, always carefree when it came to her safety.

His eyes landed on her exposed back. He flicked cigarette ash, not intentionally checking her out, but then his gaze fell on her exposed thigh, and he frowned.

"I suggest you change. I'll buy you a new dress right now," he suggested.

Jemma turned off the tap and glared at him, squeezing her dress, "Are you kidding me? How childish does that sound!"

Jemma stood near the hand dryer, trying to dry her dress, and started sneezing. Noah remembered those hand dryers never suited her; she'd end up having allergic reactions. He said, "Stop."

Approaching her, he took off his blazer, "You... put this on and give me your dress."

"What?" Jemma was shocked.

"Come on, give me your dress."

"It's... It's okay. I'll manage."

"You want to spend three days sneezing in