Chapter 211 Illusion

• In the bathroom, he insisted on bathing his wife himself. Though Leah initially refused, he gently ignored her protests. He filled the tub with warm water, carefully settled her in, and began washing her with quiet devotion—his hands caressing her back with the sponge, his fingers tender as they massaged shampoo into her hair, as if cherishing every inch of her.
• Then he slid into the bathtub, settling behind her and gently pulling her back against his chest. Leah hesitated for a moment, but she couldn’t stay upset any longer—not when her charming husband was being so tender and loving. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, letting herself relish the sweet pampering during her pregnancy.
• “What’s your plan for today, cuore mio?” he asked softly.