Ethan stepped out of the bathroom, a towel slung loosely around his waist. The steam swirling around him only accentuated his sharp, chiseled features, giving him an air of cold intensity.
As he opened the door, his eyes immediately landed on the bed, where a lump was tightly bundled under the covers. Only a strand of soft hair peeked out from beneath the blanket.
He let out a quiet sigh, a flicker of helplessness crossing his gaze.
He knew Grace was pretending to be asleep.
Instead of exposing her little act, Ethan moved silently to the couch, where a pillow and thin blanket had already been placed. He arranged them carefully, his movements light and deliberate, as if afraid to disturb her.
He stretched out on the sofa, closed his eyes, and let the room return to its calm. O
