"Why are you scared? I'm not well. I won't do anything to you," Daniel mumbled and lowered his eyes.
The intense heat from his body faded. Now, he just looked lonely and defeated.
"It's only been one night, and you've already lost confidence?"
Seeing him like that, Chantelle felt anxious. Maybe it was guilt. After all, she had given him a sedative without thinking it through, and now he was like this because of it.
"It's fine. You're not interested in me anyway," Daniel said softly. "If I really have a health problem, it's better. At least you won't be scared of me anymore."
He stood up and stepped out of the bathtub.
As he moved, the shape of his body became even more defined.
Daniel's legs were weak after sitting in the bathtub for so long. He nearly lost his balance when getting out.
Chantelle quickly came forward and helped him, guiding him into her arms. He tried to stand but couldn't hold himself up. "Sorry, I can't stand properly," he said softly.
