The Hot Spring

Helena's eyes narrowed as she regarded Ethan with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "What do you mean by bathing together?" she asked, her tone laced with irritation, yet she made no attempt to free herself from Ethan's embrace.

Ethan's brows furrowed slightly as he responded, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. "Bathing together means just that—sharing the bath," he replied stupidly, his explanation lacking further details. "Or perhaps you'd prefer me to bathe you first?"

Helena's disbelief was palpable as she processed Ethan's words. "You want to bathe me?" she queried, her voice tinged with incredulity.

Ethan's expression softened, his gaze locking with Helena's. "What's wrong with that? I am your husband, after all. And if you're facing difficulties bathing alone," he argued, a hint of concern seeping into his voice.