Aurora frowned, glancing at him, then at the nearby wardrobe.
This VIP hospital room was ridiculous—it was practically a hotel suite, fully equipped with everything.
She knew there was no way she could turn him down. If she didn't help him, he'd just find another way to torment himself—and her.
So instead of wasting time, she walked over, opened the wardrobe, and pulled out a casual outfit.
Of course, Everett's clothes were nothing ordinary. Just holding the fabric, she could feel how soft and comfortable it was.
"You're hooked up to an IV right now, so you can't change. I'll just grab a towel and wipe you down," she said.
"Okay," Everett replied, not pushing back.
Aurora couldn't help feeling like she'd been promoted—or demoted—into Everett's personal maid. Everything had to go through her.
