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."

she tapped his shoulder. "Hey! I just

ordered takeout,

She didn't want to move, and Marion had to feed

the bed, she pointed to dishes with her chin.

crisp, with the sleeves

dressed so formally at

shrugged, handing her a

no time for casual clothes. They

he had gotten used to

guessed it was Michael

and sure enough, his voice came through. "I'm

have Marion let

his

open the door,"

put down his glass, stood up, and

for someone to

opened the door

Michael standing there, wearing

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