The sound of clattering metal startled him.
Yeren opened his eyes to find Claire staring at him like she was seeing an Angel.
Blushing, she bent down and picked up the cup, pretending to busy herself with setting it down.
"Since you're here, bring me some wine."
She blinked as if he'd spoken another language. A smile threatened to break out on his features.
She looked… stressed. And it somehow made her more desirable.
He was still shocked that she had prepared his bath without any assistance.
The sound of pouring liquid broke the silence.
A bird squawked outside, reminding him of what hour it was.
Then, she approached with the wine.
Her hands were trembling, even he could see it.
She stopped beside him, crouching to hand him the wine.
Yeren took the goblet without glancing at her.
A soft sigh escaped her as soon as the goblet was safely tucked in his hands.
When he looked at her, she was watching him quietly.
As if realising her mistake, she quickly stood up.
