When the bathroom door opened, Debra was soaking in the bathtub.

She asked awkwardly, "Uh, where's the towel?"

It was her first time staying in that house, and she hadn't expected the towel not to be in the bathroom.

Marion was relieved to see her fine. "I'll get it for you."

He walked over to grab the towel, then entered the bathroom and draped it over her shoulders.

Her cheeks looked rosy, maybe because of the heat in the bathroom.

Worried about her injury, he gently lifted her out of the bathtub. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Their breaths mixed as she was held close to him.

His arms were robust, easily lifting her with no effort.

"Are you tired?"

"I-I am."

"Then lie down and let me serve you."

but she tapped his

dark. Marion ordered takeout, all

sore all over. She didn't want to move, and Marion had

to dishes with her chin. Marion would pick up the food and bring

shirt was crisp, with the sleeves slightly

so formally at home?" she asked

habit." He shrugged, handing her

for casual clothes. They had to be ready

to not wearing pajamas or

phone rang. She guessed it was Michael

his voice came through.

replied, "I'll have Marion

furrowed his

the

down his glass, stood up, and

someone to pick

opened the

Michael standing there, wearing

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255