Ivana Bennett lifted her face to meet Lucas Walker's doting gaze, her lips curling into a smile.
She took a step back, her face serious, and saluted him with a military salute from A Country.
"Yes, Lord Prince!" Then, sticking out her tongue, she made a silly face, "Can I go take a bath now?"
"Do you want me to help you?" Lucas Walker asked.
"No, I want to wash by myself!" Ivana insisted.
It wasn't that she didn't want his help, but such matters ultimately tested his endurance and tormented his male instincts. She didn't want him to suffer there.
Lucas Walker nodded, not forgetting to remind her, "Be careful on your own, don't close the door, and call me if you feel uncomfortable or need anything."
"Got it," Ivana waved her hand at him, walking into the bathroom, "Honey, remember to bring my nightgown to me."
It wasn't that she was too lazy to get it herself; she was merely giving him the opportunity to do something for her.
