Satisfying Night

Normally, Arabella would feel warmth in his embrace, heart racing, body flushing.

But now she was emotionally turbulent, falling silent for a few seconds before saying softly: “It’s late, time to wash up and sleep.”

“Very well.”

Reginald released her and they went upstairs to the bathroom.

Arabella helped him undo his watch and shirt buttons, loosen his belt, asking if he needed assistance washing.

“Unnecessary, I can handle basic things myself,” Reginald retorted.

“Alright.” Arabella turned on the shower for him, adjusting the water temperature.

Stepping out to let Reginald shower, her gaze lingered inadvertently and a faint blush tinged her cheeks.

Arabella squeezed toothpaste for him at the sink. She did not return to the bedroom but as usual, waited quietly by the door.

When the water stopped, Arabella came back in with a towel, gently patting Reginald’s skin dry while covering his lower body herself. She dried areas left-handed he could not easily reach.

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