Gerald heard the bathroom door open. Ariana was wearing one of Gerald's oversized bathrobes, and seeing her like that warmed Gerald's heart. Ariana glanced in his direction, her forehead creased. Her gaze was, of course, directed at the fabric in Gerald's hand. "I don't want the servants to fuss," she replied casually. She took the bathrobe from him and headed into the bathroom, but Gerald stopped her. "Let me wash it later," Ariana insisted, but Gerald shook his head. "I won't wash it. Just soak it in the bathtub. The servants will finish the rest," he replied. Ariana nodded and walked toward the walk-in closet. Gerald held her arm, kissing the top of her head, which felt different to Ariana this time. He cupped Ariana's face with both his hands. A smile played on his lips, mischievousness evident in Ariana's eyes. "What?" she asked challengingly. "Can we do it again?" he teased. "That is if you don't mind," he added. "What if I do mind?" Ariana asked with a deadpan expression.
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