After buying everything Bianca needed so she could shower on her own, Adrian returned to the hotel and handed her the items he had purchased, his steps casual but his eyes briefly scanning her as if checking her condition.
"This is for you. You can shower by yourself, right? Or…"—his lips curved in a faint, teasing smirk—"do you need my help?" He extended the bag toward Bianca, who was lounging on the couch with her back against the cushions.
Bianca snorting softly, accepted it without hesitation and replied firmly, "No, thanks. We already watched the video earlier. I can do it myself."
As she gripped the bag, a small wave of relief washed over her. Even with her leg bandaged, she could still manage on her own and that mattered to her. Depending on Adrian every time she showered wasn't an option. She couldn't risk leaning on him too much or letting the feelings she was trying to ignore grow any stronger.
