The business in question? Chatting with Adrian, giving him a massage, and helping turn him over—all the small duties of a devoted fiancée. After all, I was his future wife and had already received money for the role. It was only fair that I put in some effort. Perhaps, if I were being completely honest, I was also drawn to him because of his extraordinary good looks.
Entering Adrian’s room, I found it just as serene and orderly as before. The atmosphere was calm, almost reverent. Everything in the room seemed intentionally designed for comfort—his bed carefully positioned near the window, the soft lighting casting a gentle glow, and not a speck of dust to be seen.
The maids rarely came up here. Abigail had specifically instructed them to avoid disturbing Adrian, even though he was in a vegetative state. The care he received was meticulous.
I sat beside him and, once again, marveled at his perfection. How could one person be so handsome? His features were refined, like a sculpture crafted by a master artist.
“Mr. Winslow, you truly possess unearthly beauty,” I remarked, smiling to myself as I began to talk.