"So every day my madam bathes me?"
The man was so close, awake, and now stood behind Harriet.
The relief shrouded in another feeling that welled up in Harriet's chest drowned her. Harriet blushed but felt a little irritated. Why was the first thing the man did as soon as he woke up was tease her?
"Milord!" Harriet wanted to protest.
"Yes, Madam?"
The deep voice and the soft breathing that Harriet felt behind her ear made Harriet palpitate even more.
"I-I-I am your wife! Why are you teasing me when I try to serve you as a wife or because I sleep in the same bed with you–"
"Pfft…"
Harriet was getting annoyed at the man who was holding back his laughter. Her heart ached a little when she remembered that she wasn't this man's destined mate, which certainly explained the reason why this man might not like Harriet around him.
Amidst his laughter, Liam innocently asked, "Couldn't Madam take my feelings into account? I'm still a man with pride. When I found out that Madam was the one who bath
