“Jennifer, are you done? May Ie in?”


    While their rtionship had progressed to intimacy, they had never showered together, and their engagement was still fresh.


    With no reply received, Hilliard knocked on the door again.


    “Jennifer, can you hear me?”


    The bathroom was silent aside from the continuous sound of running water.


    A wave of unease washed over him.


    He didn’t hesitate anymore.


    He flung the bathroom door open and dashed inside.


    Jennifer, still in her dress, had dozed off on the toilet seat, using the washbasin as a pillow.


    Hilliard found himself at a loss for words.


    He approached her slowly, stroked her cheek, and softly called out, “Jennifer?”


    Jennifer didn’t respond.


    She was deeply asleep.


    Left with no other option, Hilliard decided to bathe her.


    He filled the bathtub with water and checked to ensure the water was pleasantly warm.


    Carefully, he undressed Jennifer and eased her into the tub.


    He then took on the task of bathing her himself, without a word ofint.


    During the bath, the water felt cozy, but droplets sshed onto Jennifer’s face.


    She was groggy and her eyelids fluttered halfway closed.


    Before she fully regained her senses, Jennifer caught a blurry glimpse of a man by the tub.


    His hands were on her chest in a bold, uninvited manner.Têxt ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Instinctively, she lifted her hand and delivered a sharp p to Hilliard’s forehead.


    “Creep! What are you doing? Get out!”


    Rubbing the spot where her hand struck, Hilliard felt the water droplets she’d flicked onto his short hair.


    “Jennifer, it’s me, not some creep-it’s Hilliard, your fiancé.


    ”


    Jennifer looked utterly exhausted.


    She turned her head away and promptly fell back to sleep.


    Hilliard let out a chuckle and shook his head.


    “You always act so tough.


    If you were aware of what you have done tonight while intoxicated, you’d be mortified and probably want to crawl into a hole.


    Here I am trying to help you shower, and you’re pping me.


    ”


    He sighed and resumed bathing her.


    “Never mind.


    I let you down first; I guess I deserve that p.


    ”


    Jennifer’s breathing was steady and her sleep was deep and peaceful.


    In her drunken state, her cheeks tinged with a soft, rosy flush.


    She looked irresistibly charming.


    Hilliard did his best to keep hisposure while bathing her.