Chapter Thirty-Two - Taking care of her.

Harrison

I return to the bedroom after the bath is ready. Tessa has barely moved. I smirk at my work. She is exhausted and weak, but she had a good night’s sleep. She did well tonight. I’m surprised she lasted so long.

“Do I need to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom?”

“What, no! I am fine. I don’t need carrying; I am not a child,” she replies.

I raise my brow at her, “With the attitude,