Ignatius Leclair saw her inadvertently exposed in anger, his gaze darkened, and he took out a red silk robe from the wardrobe and dressed her in it.
The wardrobe was filled with various styles and colors of sleepwear, all handpicked by the man, intending for her to change into a new one each day. If she sweats a lot, changing twice a day would be good too; with her fair skin, she looks good in anything.
Ignatius's mind was full of enchanting thoughts, yet his hands steadily dried her body and dressed her.
Delphine's face alternated between pale and flushed, unable to push him away or scold him with any strength, scratching him was like tickling, so she watched him dress her in the robe with a mix of shame and anger, glancing just now and finding no underwear in the wardrobe, nothing but clothes and sleepwear, but she wouldn't have the guts to ask him.
