It was an absolute command, brooking no refusal, dripping with authority.
"You scoundrel," Catherine retorted. They were on the brink of divorce, and helping him wipe down was just too inappropriate.
She was convinced Lorenzo was doing it on purpose. The moment he uttered the words "wipe down," her face turned beet red, all the way to her ears.
"Oh, asking you to help me wipe down is being a rogue? Then, what about the activity that leads to having a baby? Isn't that even more scandalous?" Lorenzo's gaze instinctively dropped to Catherine's belly. "Who knows, maybe there's already a baby in there."
His words made Catherine's heart leap. It seemed, perhaps, her time of the month really was late.
It was already a week overdue.
Her period was always punctual, never more than two or thre
