The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 361

KATHERINE

When I opened it, fortunately, it was just a maid preparing my bath.

"Come in," I instructed, diving back into my preparations.

"Your Ladyship, I can arrange your clothes," she immediately offered with a submissive stance.

I’d bet anything that this overly "attentive" service was a reflection of the hosts' sudden change in attitude.

"Not necessary, just prepare the bath properly. Is there any essence?"

"Yes, yes, rose, grapefruit, and also lavender. If you’d prefer another..."

"Lavender is fine," I chose randomly.

I sat in front of the mirror and started untangling the mess of damp hair. What a sight I was.

"It's ready," she informed me after some time.

"You may leave," I said, watching her through the reflection.

"If you’d like, I could give you a massage, or bring you an aromatic candle, or..."

"I don’t need anything else, thank you. You may go," I repeated, not rudely, but firmly.

She bowed her head in acknowledgment and left, closing the door behind her.

I genuinely felt sorry for her. If only she knew that her intentions had been sincere from the start.

But now, I was the one who no longer wanted the hostess's false kindness.

I stepped into the bath and washed myself thoroughly... every inch. I don’t know, I had this feeling that today, I’d start paying for my increased pension.

I came out in my white robe, barefoot, the warmth of the fireplace crackling from a corner, heating my skin.

Drying my hair a little, feeling relaxed, I grabbed one of the books I had brought and lay on the bed, reading by candlelight.

And then, I waited... and waited.

Every slight noise outside made me tense up, expectant.

I hadn't locked the door after the maid left, so anyone could enter from the hallway.

Yet, as the hours passed, Elliot... didn’t seem to be coming to my room.

"What are you waiting for? For him to come begging on his knees like some lovestruck fool? Seriously, Katherine, wake up. What are you doing?" I muttered, gripping the pillow and burying my face into it.

I wanted to slap myself for being so stupid.

Just because of a little attention, I was confusing things with Elliot.

I couldn't afford to let myself get carried away with that man.

But he was giving me such mixed signals.

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