?Chapter 338:


    This time, Jeffry wasn’t in his usual suit but dressed in casual ck home clothes, his ck hair hanging loosely, making him appear less distant and formidable.


    Though Jeffry and Elena shared some simrities, his sharply defined features gave him a unique, cool edge.


    He crouched down to check the water temperature.


    Watching his focused expression, Lydia felt an unexpected flutter in her chest.


    Before she could dwell on it, Jeffry approached her. “Take off your clothes,” he said evenly, his face unreadable.


    Lydia blinked, startled. “Huh?”


    She wondered why he would ask her to undress. What was he thinking?


    Instinctively, she covered herself with her hands.


    Jeffry raised an eyebrow. “You’re not nning to shower with your clothes on, are you?”


    “Oh, right, of course not. I’ll take them off,” she responded, chuckling awkwardly at her misunderstanding.


    Noticing her reddening ears, Jeffry barely suppressed a grin. “What did you think I was suggesting?”


    “Well, nothing,” Lydia replied, embarrassed.


    She hesitated, realizing Jeffry hadn’t moved.


    How was she supposed to undress with him still in the room?


    “Could you step outside for a moment?” she asked.


    Jeffry nced down briefly. “Are you able to manage on your own?”


    Lydia was taken aback once more. To be honest, she didn’t feel she could. She couldn’t even make it to the bathtub without help, let alone bathe herself.


    Five minutester, Lydia stood in nothing but her simple ck underwear, her hands modestly covering her chest as she felt somewhat exposed.


    She regretted choosing in ck underwear—wishing she had opted for something more elegant, likece lingerie, the day before.


    Jeffry observed Lydia’s smooth, delicate skin, his eyes subtly darkening. He gently lifted her and ced her in the bathtub.


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    He had only filled the tub shallowly, so when Lydia sat down, the water barely reached her waist. Jeffry carefully lifted her injured leg and rested it on the edge of the tub.


    Lydia’s cheeks flushed a vivid shade of red. The position was terribly awkward. She tried to move, but Jeffry’s firm hand held her leg in ce. His voice was rough as he said, “Stay still. We can’t let the wound get wet.”


    Frozen in ce, Lydia was too scared to move even an inch. The area of her thigh under Jeffry’s touch seemed to burn, but she remained motionless, letting him care for her.


    Half an hourter, Jeffry lifted her from the tub. Lydia quietly settled into his arms, her blush deepening from her cheeks to her neck, radiating warmth throughout her body. Jeffry gently ced her back on the bed and immediately left the room.


    Left alone, Lydia covered her face with her hands, her heart racing uncontrobly.


    Sunlight poured through the window as the sound of a car drifted up from below. Elena parked and made her way into Jeffry’s residence. Not seeing him, she headed straight to find Lydia.


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