When Leonardo rolled up her sleeves and gently dipped the cloth again into warm water, Isabella sat quietly, trying not to fidget. His movements were careful… almost like he was afraid of hurting her again. She never expected this side of him—the same man who used to ignore her presence was now kneeling before her, helping her clean up like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Her heart thumped so loudly, she was sure he could hear it.
When he brought the towel to her cheek and started wiping her face, Isabella's body froze. His touch was so gentle. Like feathers brushing over her skin. But it wasn't just the towel—it was the way his fingertips brushed close to her jaw, steady and slow.
His face moved closer.
So close that she could see every detail. The way his brows furrowed in concentration… the small scar on the edge of his lip… the way his warm breath gently brushed her face.
Isabella's cheeks turned completely red.
