Alice's POV
“You can put me down now. Leave.”
“You know you can’t reach your back. I can help you wash.”
Huh. Such a pervert.
“Leave. I don’t need your help.”
I mean, he’s not my husband. So why is he trying to act like one?
I can’t trust him right now. Not after everything he’s done to me. Not after how easily he could hurt me again.
He’d already set me down in his bathtub. Wow. His bathroom was huge. It even had a separate stand-up shower. Six plush towels were hanging neatly on the rack. The room smelled like cedar and expensive soap.
He placed a bottle of body wash on the marble stand, close enough for me to reach without stretching.
Maybe he’s a bit thoughtful, I thought, and immediately hated myself for thinking it.
Within ten minutes, I was done bathing. The hot wat
