Chapter 697

By the time it ended, Clara was drenched, as if she had just been pulled from the water. Sweat clung to her skin as she lay face down on the pillow, too exhausted to move.

Arthur took out a wet wipe and carefully cleaned her. "Do you want to wash up?"

"No." Clara refused at once.

Lately, every time they finished, Arthur carried her into the bathroom and patiently helped her bathe. Tonight, she was