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."

kissed her forehead, but she tapped his shoulder. "Hey! I just finished

ordered takeout, all of Debra's

want to move, and Marion had to feed

bed, she pointed to dishes with her chin. Marion would pick up the

shirt was crisp, with the sleeves

formally at home?"

He shrugged, handing

no time for casual clothes. They had

notice. Over time, he had gotten used to not wearing pajamas or casual

rang. She guessed it was Michael who

his voice came through. "I'm outside your

have

his brow.

open the

his glass, stood up, and

arranged for someone to pick up

opened the door to

Michael standing there, wearing

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