Being exposed in front of Cesare always made her self-conscious. But the fact that this wasn't an intimate moment, just a bath, made it even more embarrassing.
She instinctively moved her arms to cover her chest, but Cesare caught her wrists.
Lowering his gaze, he examined her. He checked the front, then gently turned her around to inspect her back, ensuring she had no injuries.
Once satisfied, he led her to the bath. Without any warning, he lifted her up and placed her into the warm water.
Eileen sank into the heat of the bath and cautiously glanced at Cesare. He was rolling up his sleeves, preparing to wash her.
She muttered under her breath, "I really can do this myself…."
Cesare, mid-motion, turned to look at her. His face was unreadable, almost indifferent. But his gaze was obsessive, clinging to her.
After a moment of silence, he stepped forward and began washing her himself.
