Chapter Twenty-Two: Bathing Together

"Let go of me!" Layla exclaimed, but she didn't resist his hold. Sensing she didn't resist his touch, Tristan flashed a grin and whispered in a husky voice, "Come on, it's not stalking. Plus, I just did you a big favor. How are you planning to show your appreciation?" Layla shut her eyes, feeling the warmth of Tristan's chest and his breath on her skin, which triggered memories of their intimacy in bed. Her face turned crimson, and she stuttered, "How do you want me to thank you?" Tristan locked eyes with her, his intense gaze emitting a faint golden gleam in the dim light, resembling that of a predator eyeing its prey. He leaned in closer, his warm lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "You already know." Layla felt weak in the knees, her heart racing uncontrollably. She held onto his shirt, biting her lip as she met his intense gaze, her legs involuntarily pressed together. Tristan smirked triumphantly after seeing her reaction. He quickly picked her up, ignoring her shy protes