Muntaha involuntarily chuckled. She didn’t even know his name while he knew more than enough about her. “I can’t close my eyes but I promise to lower my gaze. I promise not to take advantage of you. Can I come in now please? You are hurting,” he pleaded. He was no longer interested in keeping his mask on. His worry for her exceeded his resolve to stay cold and unfeeling.
Rumeysa let out a whimper which gave him the last push to enter the lavish bathroom. Rumeysa tried to sink lower into the bath tub to hide her naked body. Muntaha removed the bathrobe lying on the comfortable couch in the vast bathroom and took a few long stride to reach the tub.
He tried his best not to look at her naked inviting lean body but it was almost impossible. Even so he focused on carrying her out of the tub and stood her up supporting her body with his own as he put on her bath robe. All this while Rumeysa shut her eyes and hide her face in his broad chest.
