Back at the chalet, Júlia and Heitor took a bath together, then lay down to rest a bit. She was lying on his chest, enjoying the affection he gave her.
“You’ve been very sleepy and tired; I’ll take you to the doctor when we get back to the city.”
“No need, Heitor, I’m fine,” she said coyly.
“Sweetheart, don't be stubborn. I just want to make sure you're really okay.”
“All right, my love.”
Later, in the evening, Heitor and Júlia went to the dining room, where a special dinner had been prepared for the two of them. The table was beautifully decorated, with a vase of roses in the center and candles illuminating the dimly lit environment, creating an air of romance.
“Oh, love, it's beautiful,” she said, enchanted; he was a great romantic. Heitor approached the table, where a black velvet
