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As I pushed him into the courtyard, I began narrating our surroundings. “Look at the swing over there, Adrian. Doesn’t it look lovely with all the vines? And over there, the diving board by the pool–did you use to swim a lot? You seem like the type who would.”
Amanda chimed in as we passed the pool.
“Mr. Winslow used to love night swimming. He’d act calm and collected. during the day, but he always seemed happiest in the water at night.”
Hearing that, a whimsical idea popped into my head. “Let’s soak his feet,” I suggested. “We can sit him by the pool’s edge.”
Amanda hesitated. “Won‘ t the water be too cold for him?”
I waved off her concern. “Don’t worry. Physically, he’s no different from a
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healthy person. His brain is just taking a break.”
She looked unconvinced but helped me lower Adrian to the pool‘ s edge. I removed my shoes, dipped my feet in the water, and splashed gently at his legs.
Amanda excused herself, leaving me alone.
with Adrian.
The night was calm, the moon casting a silver glow across the courtyard. I gazed at Adrian’s face, leaning his head gently. against my shoulder.
“Mr. Winslow, let’s grow closer tonight,” I murmured. “If I were a star and you were the moon, we could illuminate each other, night after night.”
Of course, Adrian didn’t respond, but for a moment, I thought I saw the corners of his mouth curve upward.
Startled, I leaned closer. Was he smiling?
But no, it was just a trick of the light. When
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I poked his cheek experimentally, his skin gave way without forming any dimples.
Still, the illusion left me wondering. Could Adrian be more aware than we thought?
“Adrian, are you conscious?” I asked softly, gripping his shoulders. His silence was maddening, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was trying to communicate.
Amanda interrupted my thoughts, calling from the villa. “Miss Greer, I’m preparing a bath for Mr. Winslow. Can you help wash him?”
I froze. “Me? Why can’t you do it?”
“The maid has left for the evening. It‘ s just George and me, and our hands aren’t suited for such delicate work,” Amanda replied with a faint smile.
Her reasoning made sense, but I still felt awkward. “All right, Adrian,” I muttered under my breath. “I’ll bathe you, but don’t get any funny ideas. I’m only greedy for money, not your body.”
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As I wheeled him back inside, I couldn’t help but wonder about his condition. The subtle twitches, the imagined smiles–were they all in my head, or was Adrian trying to tell me something?
The thought lingered as I prepared myself for the most awkward bath of my life.
Amanda had already prepared the water, leaving me no choice but to give Adrian Winslow a bath. The idea of bathing such an extraordinarily handsome man didn’t seem like a bad deal, so I was oddly eager to give it a try.
Amanda helped me wheel Adrian into the bathroom, and I was stunned by the sheer luxury of the place. His bathroom was practically a private spa, complete with a massive bathtub and a television mounted on the wall–perfect for relaxing and binge- watching.
“Miss Greer, let’s place Mr. Winslow by the tub. The rest–well, I’ll leave that to you. I’m not interested in seeing Mr.
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Winslow’s body,” Amanda joked with a mischievous grin.
I nodded, hiding my nervousness. Once Amanda left, I tried to calm myself as I began undressing Adrian.
Even after two years in a coma, Adrian‘ s physique remained striking. His pale skin contrasted sharply with the lean grace of his body. My face grew warm as I hurried to finish the task without staring too much.
Dragging him into the massive tub was no easy task. The effort left me sweating as I crouched by the edge, scrubbing him awkwardly. But my posture made me feel like a village butcher at work.
“Miss Greer, why not just join Mr. Winslow in the bath? It‘ ll be easier for you, and I’ll handle the cleanup later,‘ Amanda suggested from the other side of the door.
