Selena's back was no longer as smooth and delicate as I remembered—it was now marred by various scars, both old and new.
Upon seeing the deep, crusted scars, I felt my heart sink with surprise and heaviness. I walked over and reached out to touch her back. She gasped, turned her head, and after seeing me, her expression shifted to a smile.
"Hud, why didn't you say anything before you touched me? It tickles!"
I didn't respond and simply looked into her eyes, realizing she was unaware of the scars on her back.
Noticing I was still dressed, she stood on her tiptoes and began to undo my buttons. I frowned, but remembering my promise to take a couple's bath, I reluctantly allowed her to undress me.
Her hands lingered on my body, igniting a heat within me. If I didn't stop this soon, I feared the situation would spiral out of control.
I had a girlfriend; even if the only people who knew about this were Selena and me, I couldn't betray Sylvia. I grabbed Selena's hands, looking firmly into her eyes.
"Selena, we're just here to shower. If you have any other ideas, I'll walk out right now."
Disappointment flickered in her eyes as she let out an annoyed huff and pulled away from my hand away forcefully. She stepped into the tub, turned on the water, and began washing with soap without glancing at me again.
As I exited the bathroom, I noticed a fresh set of men's clothes laid out on the bed. After a moment of hesitation, I decided to put them on.
I glanced at the sleeping Selena and then at the bell on the bedside table. After some thought, I chose to ring it. Sure enough, a few seconds after the bell rang, the door creaked open, and a staff member appeared.
Seeing Selena asleep in bed, they initially looked worried, but I stopped them before they could approach.
I kept my expression neutral as I addressed them, "I rang the bell myself. I have one request. Please get Zion here. I need to ask him something."
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