n the silence. The room felt smaller

ze dissecting Chloe, trying to uncover the

" she said, breaking the silence first. "I just don't want to

"Helping you is helping myself. This is a p

ment, Julian ga

loe instructed, pointing

antique bed, then down at

couldn't exactly climb onto an antique frame unassisted. Chloe's expression r

. Zane entered, carrying a set of pajama

Mrs. Sharpe, Martha is still lingering in the

ained. "So... could you a

need to be in the same room. They needed to s

dmit it was the best solution. She lo

but he spoke to Zane. "

Julian looked at C

side table and deliberately knocked a water gla

eadboard, sending a series of rhythm

e let out a few low

roduced a series of soft, breathy moans. The sounds were q

d on the wheels of his chair. A fl

ssing her ear to the door, flushed red a

opped. The room fell silent again. He

loe announced, grabbing her wash

avy, smoky makeup looked ridiculous. She tur

or. Her face was clean, her features delicate. Her skin was pale, and her gray-blue eyes, now cle

ring an oversized old t-shirt and

tly in his wheelchair by th

seemed to catch him by surprise, his

silence. She yawned, walked to t

, she looked back at him

. "Your turn. We have to look like we woke up in the

rned her back, pulled the blanket over h

silence, save for the stea

nst the metallic armrest of his wheelchair

her breathing remai

maintained during the day vanished. With eff

ty that had nothing to do with a crippled heir. He silently rolled his shoulders, his deep b

silent strides, climbed onto the high bed withou