Chapter 568
Chapter 568:
Suppressing a sigh, Amelia stepped closer and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. As she did, she failed to catch the cunning glint in Wyatt’s eyes.
Amelia remained outwardly composed, though the heat creeping into her cheeks betrayed her as she moved to unbuckle Wyatt’s belt. Once it came free, she quickly turned her back to him.
“Handle the rest yourself, then get in the tub p>
Wyatt watched Amelia’s back with a trace of disappointment, but the feeling was soon replaced by something else. His lips curved faintly, his eyes glinting with amusement—no trace of drunken haze in them.
Amelia stood with her back to him, listening. When the quiet splash of water finally reached her ears, she turned around.
At last, she pushed the door open. The sight stopped her cold. Toiletries were scattered across the floor, Wyatt’s shirt half undone, his hair plastered to his forehead. The black silk shirt clung to him, damp and heavy, as he sat slumped in the bathtub.
It wasn’t the first time Amelia had seen Wyatt’s body, but never like this.
“Wyatt?” she called softly.
At the sound of her voice, Wyatt lifted his head. Droplets slid from his chin, trailing down his chest. The sight made Amelia’s throat tighten, and she swallowed hard.
“I feel weak,” Wyatt murmured. “Could you help me bathe p>
𝗧𝗵о𝘶𝗌𝖺𝗻d𝘴 𝗈𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝖺𝖽𝗲𝗿𝗌 о𝘯
Amelia hesitated, uncertain whether Wyatt was truly drunk or just putting on an act. Still, she gave a small nod. “Alright p>
The moment the word left her lips, Wyatt rose to his feet. His movements were steady; he didn’t seem drunk at all. Suspicion flickered across Amelia’s face.
“Are you really drunk or just pretending? Can’t you even manage to take off your clothes on your own p>
“I don’t have the strength,” Wyatt said, lowering his gaze.
Suppressing a sigh, Amelia stepped closer and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. As she did, she failed to catch the cunning glint in Wyatt’s eyes.
Amelia remained outwardly composed, though the heat creeping into her cheeks betrayed her as she moved to unbuckle Wyatt’s belt. Once it came free, she quickly turned her back to him.
“Handle the rest yourself, then get in the tub p>
Wyatt watched Amelia’s back with a trace of disappointment, but the feeling was soon replaced by something else. His lips curved faintly, his eyes glinting with amusement—no trace of drunken haze in them.
Amelia stood with her back to him, listening. When the quiet splash of water finally reached her ears, she turned around.
Seeing Wyatt already settled in the tub, Amelia finally relaxed.
“I’ll help you bathe, but you need to listen to me and behave, alright?” she said.
“Okay,” Wyatt replied.
For a while, Wyatt behaved perfectly, as if to prove his obedience. But the act didn’t last. The instant Amelia straightened up, a spray of water came at her from Wyatt’s sudden movement.
The cool splash soaked straight through Amelia’s light purple dress. The thin fabric clung to her skin, outlining her figure.
Amelia looked down at the damp patch, then up at Wyatt. He just smiled.
“Amelia, your dress got wet. Let me wipe it for you p>
“Don’t—” Amelia began, but before she could finish speaking, Wyatt’s hand had already reached her.