Vinorca Jona POV

I knew he was right—somewhat. Maybe I would sink in this bathtub. But how was I supposed to bathe with a man standing right there?

Even if he wasn’t watching… I couldn’t do something like this.

“How about I ask a staff member to help you?”

I couldn’t see his face, but I didn’t need to. He was stressed. Because of me.

“I’m still half in my senses, so don’t worry.” I stared at his back, everything blurry—but not enough to miss how tense his shoulders were. I was lucid enough to clean myself.

Masen had already done more than enough.

“Okay. I’m leaving.” He didn’t look...