Amelia steeled herself and turned back around, her gaze fixed solely on the towel in her hands, determined not to look around indiscriminately. Despite feeling somewhat embarrassed inside, she was still very thorough in wiping him down.
After all, it had been a week since he last bathed, and she couldn't possibly get him clean without being meticulous.
Knowing that he was deliberately provoking her to restrain him, Amelia deliberately slowed her pace, thinking, "You've brought this on yourself, let's see how long you can hold out."
However, the man was miraculously quiet, lying obediently on the bed without a move or a sound, only staring at her with innocent, pitch-black eyes that hooked her gaze.
Amelia couldn't shake the feeling that she was mistreating him somehow.
But even if it was mistreatment, it was his own fault.
After wiping his upper body, Amelia began with his ankles when she got to his lower body, intentionally avoiding the area covered by the blanket.
