“Okay. I’m not leaving.” Zivon raised a hand and rubbed her head gently. His voice was unusually tender.
Xavia was finally at ease. Her small face which was filled with fear and defensiveness was finally relaxed and she sat in the bathtub quietly as she began to rub her body.
She didn’t even take the suit jacket off!
Zivon was speechless.
Was she already scared silly?
He could not bear to find fault with her so he reached out his hand to undress her. After that, he turned his back around.
About twenty minutes later, after she was done washing up, she wrapped the bath towel around herself and stood still in place, barefooted. She was just staring at him with her black eyes.
What was the meaning of this?
She wanted him to dry her hair for her too?
He must really owe her in his previous life!
Zivon cursed in his heart. However, he didn’t refuse on the outside. He pulled her to the mirror cabinet, wiped her hair and blow dried her hair for her. There was even a little tenderness in his actions.
This was the first time that he was taking such good care of anyone in his whole life, aside from Maison!
If Nathan were to see this, he would be so shocked that his jaw would be hanging wide open!
After he blow dried her hair, Zivon carried her up again. He walked out and placed her on the bed. “Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?”
Xavia was holding onto him with both hands. She shook her head, indicating that she didn’t want to eat anything. She was staring at him with her pair of eyes that were barely blinking.
She was obviously afraid that he would leave.
Zivon was once again helpless. He lifted the quilt, climbed into bed and leaned back against the head of the bed. After that, he let her slim body lean against him as he patted her shoulder gently with one hand.
“Go to sleep. Everything will be fine when you wake up.”
Such distance made Xavia feel very warm and secure.
Xavia closed her eyes.
She had nightmares several times that night.
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