It was only a distance of two steps, yet the whole ordeal took a full ten minutes.
All of this should have been the guards' job. But because of Yuri Sinclair's decree that she was to attend to all his daily needs from now on, she had to endure it.
Yuri Sinclair was now in his wheelchair. Ashley Bowen had been pulling at his arm so desperately that it had turned red. But when he saw Ashley's own crimson face, flustered from his teasing, he immediately pulled his hand away.
"You're too frail. You need to get stronger. We'll have to 'practice' more in the future. No need for the guards tonight; you'll be handling everything."
"Thank you for your grace, Your Highness." Ashley Bowen gave a slight bow, but she pouted so hard her lip could have touched the sky. Inwardly, she was cursing Yuri Sinclair.
'This isn't grace! It's torture!'
The bathroom was enormous, at least thirty square meters.
As Ashley Bowen pushed Yuri Sinclair inside, she was stunned by the sight before her.
