After soaking in the hot bath for nearly an hour, Beauty felt as though her skin was about to wrinkle right off.
It seemed like the slightest touch would peel it away, leaving behind only the lingering fragrance of rose-scented body wash.
Lucas sat on the sofa, impatiently scrolling through his phone.
His assistant had called multiple times—there were several international video conferences scheduled for the afternoon, but he had postponed them all.
The bathroom door swung open, releasing a wave of warm steam and floral perfume.
Beauty had already changed into fresh clothes, delivered earlier by the department store at Lucas's request.
He knew she wouldn't want to wear that old dress again, so he'd instructed the cleaning lady to toss it in the trash.
"Finally out.
You were so quiet there, I thought you'd passed out," Lucas remarked with a smirk, flashing a row of pristine white teeth.
His eyes, however, remained as unfathomable as ever.
