Chapter 31
Linciaās eyes widened and she waved her hands.
She urgently pursed her lips and pointed to his hand.
When Harvich held out his hand, Lincia began writing letters on his palm.
Because he had gripped a sword since childhood, his hand was covered in hard calluses.
But whenever Linciaās fingers moved across his palm, he felt as if those rough calluses were melting away.
Because I want to wash.
āIāll call a maid to help you.ā
No, I can manage on my own.
Harvich was about to say he was worried, but Linciaās sentence wasnāt finished yet.
Each time more letters were traced onto his palm, the ticklish sensation doubled.
Barely resisting the urge to pull his hand away, he waited for her to finish.
Itās bedtime for everyone else, isnāt it?
They were maids who probably hadnāt been kind to Lincia.
She must want to spare them by bathing alone.
āArenāt you still a patient? If you go into the bath and collapseā¦ā
Lincia lifted her head and looked at him.
Her eyes met Harvichās, and she moved her hand again.
āIf you truly say you donāt need a maid, then I will go into the bath with you.ā
At Harvichās flat voice, Linciaās eyes trembled.
Her lips kept moving as if to ask what he meant by that.
Her hand clutching his collar looked pitiful, but Harvich chose to ignore her resistance.
āIām relieved that you understand my concern.
While you bathe, Iāll turn my back, so donāt worry.
If your condition worsens, call for me.ā
Linciaās violet eyes quivered as if to protest, but he had no intention of listening.
āAh, since you cannot speak, Iāll have to think of another way.ā
Lincia seemed to realize how firm his stance was.
Biting her lip, she traced another solution into his palm.
Iāll clap my hands.
āUnderstood. Then Iāll prepare the bathwater.ā
***
The man had a stubborn side.
Preparing the bathwater was one thing.
But Harvich even brought a bathrobe, as if he truly intended to wait inside until she was done.
As she changed into the robe he had prepared, Linciaās face burned.
Of course, robes made for bathing were supposed to be thin, but this one practically revealed her skin.
She grabbed Harvichās shoulder.
āAre you finished preparing?ā
When Harvich started to turn, she hugged him from behind.
Taking his hand, she wrote on his palm.
Donāt look back.
Harvich stiffened and nodded.
The bathroom was spacious, with a large tub fixed against one wall.
Beside it was a small table for bathing supplies, where attendants usually washed hair or poured oils.
āIf the temperature isnāt right, tell me. Iāll fetch warmer water.ā
Peeking from behind him, Lincia stretched her arm to dip her fingers into the water.
She felt his gaze on her hand.
A low sigh escaped him, followed by a slow voice that echoed in the bath.
āThe towel and robe are on the table beside the tub.ā
When Harvich moved to sit near the table, Lincia tugged his arm.
āDo you have something to say to me?ā
Go stand against the opposite wall. Iād rather see your back.
As soon as her fingers left his palm, Harvich clenched and unclenched his fist several times.
āUnderstood.ā
Obediently, he walked to the wall and stood straight.
Regret hit her as she watched his back.
I shouldāve just asked him to call Anna⦠or at least a maidā¦
Lincia slipped off the robe and stepped into the tub.
Each movement made the water splash over the edge.
The sound bothered her.
Every time water spilled, the manās rigid body twitched slightly.
Her heart raced.
She knew he wasnāt the kind of man to turn and look at her.
They had already shared a bed as husband and wife, so showing her bare body shouldnāt matter.
But even so, she was overwhelmed by embarrassment.
Even that first night togetherāif not for his sweet words and the kisses showered across her skin that made her dizzyā
Thinking of it now, Linciaās face flushed bright red.
Her movements grew frantic.
Sharing the same space like this made her thoughts wander.
She opened the small drawer of the table and pulled out a vial of oil to rub into her hair.
The bottle was heavier than expected, perhaps because Anna had refilled it.
Since she had only just recovered from her sickbed, it was natural that she dropped it.
The glass shattered on the floor.
With a loud crash, the sweet scent of acacia filled the air.
Startled, Lincia turned her head and saw Harvich, who had also turned at the noise.
His crimson eyes were fixed on her.
āā¦ā¦!ā
Her face burned.
She wanted to shout What are you looking at? Turn around, Iām fine!
But no voice came out.
She mouthed Iām fine over and over, but instead of leaving, Harvich strode toward her.
Panicked, Lincia pushed against him, but he didnāt budge.
Instead, he came closer.
Their eyes met.
āDid you break the glass?
Itās dangerous, so please calmā¦ā
His gaze naturally drifted down the curves of her body.
At the same moment, Lincia pushed harder, making Harvich lose his balance.
His body lurched forward.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
There was a dull thud of body against tub, a splash of water, loud noisesā
But no direct impact hit her.
āā¦ā¦ā
āā¦ā¦ā
When she cautiously opened her eyes, she saw the man, drenched like a wet rat.
One hand gripped the tub wall, the other braced against the floor.
His face was closer than she expected, making her shoulders shrink instinctively.
She was too shocked to even scream.
The bathroom was filled with the sweet acacia scent.
And she realized she was naked, clinging to him.
Her violet eyes shook violently.
āā¦ā¦You.ā
āā¦ā¦G-get out! M-move!ā
The voice that finally escaped her lips was faint and weak.
If he hadnāt been so close, he might not have heard it at all.
Lincia beat her fists against his chest.
Each movement made the bathwater splash and spill over.
āW-wait.ā