Janet felt as if she had been granted a pardon; without looking up, she dashed out of the bathroom. Soon after, Robert came in. She heard the faint sound of running water from the bathroom, but the burning heat in her heart did not ease one bit.
Tonight, would they share the same bed?
Realizing this question, Janet's face showed hesitation. She didn't even notice Philip being helped to the bed by Robert.
Only when a subtle, elegant scent of bath lotion filled the air did Janet look up. She saw Philip, handsome and composed, wearing a gray bathrobe, already lying on the bed. With a slight understanding, she approached him, casually parted his legs, and her slender hands began to move.
"Time for your medicine!" When the clock struck the right moment, Janet picked up the medicine bottle from the bedside table, placed two pills near his mouth, then handed him a glass from her other hand.
