"Noelle." He approached the bed. "Don't make me say it twice."
"I can't walk!" I glared at him.
He paused, then simply carried me to the bathtub. Warm water lapped over my body, orange blossom oil filling the air. Kholod sat on the edge, watching me.
"Aren't you leaving?" I asked.
"No. I need to make sure you don't pass out in there."
"I'm not that fragile."
"Really? Who couldn't walk just now?"
My face burned red. "That's your fault—"
"How? Tell me, Noelle. Because I was too rough?"
"Kholod Morozov!"
"I'm listening." His grin widened.
I splashed water at his face.
He froze, then wiped the droplets away, eyes turning dangerous.
I woke up the next afternoon.
Opening my eyes, I found myself in clean pajamas—my favorite fabric. Thank God, he'd finally stopped forcing me into those flimsy dresses. The other side of the bed was empty but still warm. Kholod had actually slept here last night.
I sat up, my whole body aching. Last night's memories flooded back, making me cover my face with my hands.
"Madam, you're awake?" Darya entered with a tray. "The boss ordered lunch prepared for you."
I lowered my hands, looking at her. "Where's Kholod?"
"The boss went out for an important meeting."
I nodded silently.
Sensing my mood, Darya asked gently, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Thank you, I'd like to be alone for a while."
After she left, the room fell quiet again. Looking at the eggs, steak, and fruit on the tray, I couldn't help wondering—was this man who drew baths and prepared thoughtful meals really Kholod?
I shook my head, pushing away the confusing thoughts.
After lunch, I got up to wash. The woman in the mirror looked flushed, her neck and collarbone marked with intimate bruises. I touched those red marks, remembering how he'd looked claiming me last night. Damn it. I was thinking about him again.
A knock interrupted my thoughts. Darya announced, "Madam, Mrs. Anastasia requests your presence in the study."
I paused. "Now?"
"Yes. She's waiting for you in the study."
I straightened my clothes and followed Darya to Anastasia's study.
The door was ajar. I knocked.
