"Need some help?" Cyrus's sudden, cold, yet soft voice made Amelia nearly jerk in her place as she tried to wear the bathrobe properly.
She thought the man would take a long time before returning, and that's why she wanted to apply some ointment to her wound on the back.
However, it was becoming a challenging task, as her hand was barely reaching the area.
She contemplated calling Miss Quinn, but didn't want to trouble the maid.
Amelia looked at the man through the reflection with a nervous expression.
She looked at her hands, holding the ointment, and then she raised her head slightly before nodding.
"If it wouldn't be a problem…" She let the sentence trail off.
The man hummed.
He took off his overcoat, placed it on the bed, and walked closer to her, folding his shirt to his elbows,
Amelia watched his every action like a hawk, a red tint appearing on her cheeks, seeing how hot and appealing he looked in that moment.
