Evelyn's POV

After the bath, Antonio lifted me from the tub, wrapping me in a plush towel. He dried me off with meticulous care, his hands gentle and loving. "I can't believe how attentive you're being," I said, laughing lightly. "You're treating me like I'm made of glass."

He grinned, wrapping the towel more securely around me. "You are my precious glass, Evelyn."

Once I was dry, he led me to the bedroom, where he had laid out a set of soft, comfortable clothes. He helped me into a pair of loose, cotton pajamas, his hands lingering on my skin as he dressed me. "These will be comfortable for you,"...