Loyce's movements were light, as if she were simply cleaning a stain off an inanimate object.
But Lucian could feel every brush of her cool fingertips against his chest, along with the faint herbal scent that came with her. His Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly. His eyes fixed on her profile at close range, and his breathing grew heavier.
Once it was clean, Loyce straightened up and tossed the used tissue into the trash can. Her face was still impassive, as if she had just wiped a dusty tabletop, not the sensual chest of a man.
"Done."
Loyce picked up the bowl again, her voice devoid of any emotion. "Do you want more?"
Lucian watched her, so professional and unmoved, and a flicker of frustration crossed his eyes. He let out a low "Mmm" and opened his mouth again.
After he had finished the entire bowl of porridge, Loyce placed the bowl back on the tray. "All right, you can rest now."
As Loyce left the bedroom, the lingering scent of the man clung to her.
The butler saw her emerge so quickly and asked politely, "Has Mr. Shapiro eaten?"
Loyce nodded. "Yes. You can go get the dishes. And by the way, tell him to drop the act."
The butler's face flushed with embarrassment. Drop the act? What had Mr. Shapiro just done?
When the butler entered the bedroom, he saw Lucian sitting up against the headboard, looking much more energetic. But he was staring down at his own body with a genuinely troubled expression.
What was he troubled about?
As the butler went to collect the tray, Lucian, perhaps delirious from the fever, suddenly asked him, "Am I unattractive?"
The butler jumped, nearly dropping the dishes.
The butler’s stunned expression made Lucian rub his temples. "I must be going crazy. You can leave."
The butler walked out stiffly, a thought slowly forming in his mind. So, Mr. Shapiro, the renowned Admiral of the Seas, was currently agonizing over whether or not he was attractive? It was world-shaking news!
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