Lucas Walker prepared for Ivana Bennett a comfortable cotton underwear, a loose camisole dress, and a pair of slip-on canvas shoes.
Since there was nobody else around, she didn't need to worry about any wardrobe malfunctions.
She let him lift her out of the bathtub, dry her off, and dress her, while Ivana lay in his arms and snickered quietly.
"Husband, don't you think you're acting like you're taking care of a baby?"
Lucas Walker lifted the corners of his lips, "Consider it practice."
"Okay!" Ivana put on her shoes, "So... how about we deal with dinner now?"
Without any servants, this meant they would have to tackle the issue of dinner themselves.
Lucas was always the type whose hands never touched the spring water; she certainly couldn't expect him to cook.
"I'll check what ingredients we have in the fridge."
"You don't have to do anything, I'll manage."
Lucas followed her.
"You?" Ivana turned her face doubtfully to look at him, "You're going to cook?!"
