Delilah returned to the mansion late in the evening. She quickly changed into a soft, silk nightgown before joining Marco for dinner.
The evening passed in quiet conversation, with Marco occasionally watching her intently as if assessing her health.
After dinner, they retired to the bedroom, where Marco finally spoke.
"It’s been a few days since you were discharged," he said, his deep voice calm yet carrying an hint of authority. "The doctor instructed me to remove the bandage by now, so I’ll need to take care of it tonight."
Delilah nodded without hesitation. She trusted him completely, though a flicker of warmth passed through her at his steady insistence on overseeing her care.
She approached him, and Marco gently guided her to sit on the edge of their bed.
He positioned himself
