Diana knew that if she let the silence linger, Cassius's teasing hands would continue their brazen exploration, his fingers already tracing the undersides of her breasts, each subtle caress stoking the fire in her lower half.
The risk of Vivi noticing grew with every second, the scandal of their illicit bond teetering on the edge of exposure, so desperate to shift the focus, Diana seized control, her voice steady despite the flush burning her cheeks.
"Cassius..." She said, her tone professional but urgent. "Let's talk about Vivi's treatment. What are the next steps? How do we proceed?"
Vivi's eyes lit up, her earlier distraction forgotten as she leaned forward, her voice eager.
"Yes, Young Master! What's the plan? Is there a surgery or something?" Her curiosity was infectious, her hands clutching the blanket, her face glowing with hope.
Cassius chuckled, his hand still resting on Diana's waist, though his touch eased, allowing her a moment to breathe.
