Lilia stepped out as soon as she was done with her bath, wrapped in a soft pink robe. Her damp hair had already been blow-dried, now looking even silkier as it flowed around her shoulders. Her cheeks were still flushed from the earlier embarrassment.
She had barely stepped out when he sat up and headed toward the bathroom. "Eat the fruits on the table, okay?" he said before disappearing behind the bathroom door.
Lilia's gaze followed him briefly, then she turned toward the table. The plates were covered. She walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out sleek white silk nightwear—a long gown that felt cool against her skin as she slipped it on. Tying her hair into a loose bun, she made her way back to the bedside. Pulling the rolling table closer, she uncovered the plates to find a beautifully arranged mix of vegetable and fruit salad.
