Chapter 756

Stewart seemed to sense her gaze and turned to look at her. Their eyes met. Briony's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly held out the gloves. "Here."

Stewart's lips curved into a smile. "Mm, just set them on the side."

Briony put the gloves down. Then, she picked up the shower head. "Lean your head back..."

Smiling, Stewart obediently tilted his head back. Briony knelt beside the tub, wetting his hair and lathering it with shampoo. It was the first time she had ever washed a man's hair. Stewart's hair was thick and coarse, and it took only a little rubbing to work up a rich foam. Her soft fingertips gently massaged his scalp, and Stewart closed his eyes, his body gradually relaxing.

His hair was short, so it didn't take long. After rinsing it, Briony dried it with a towel and stood up. "You can handle the rest. I'm heading out."

But his hand shot out and clasped her wrist. Briony froze.

Stewart looked up at her. "Can I push my luck with one more request?"

Briony laughed in exasperation. "You know you're pushing your luck and you still have the nerve to ask!"

"I know," Stewart chuckled. "But I have a feeling you can't bear to refuse me."

"Oh, I can," Briony retorted, glaring at him. "Stewart, let go."

"Just help me wash my back," he pleaded, his eyes fixed on her. "Just this once." "Stewart," Briony said through gritted teeth, "don't be ridiculous!"

"I just want my wife to help me wash my back."

"Who's your wife?"

"Alright, not my wife. My girlfriend," Stewart's voice was low and coaxing. "Will my girlfriend help me wash my back? Please?"

Briony closed her eyes, unable to resist him when he was like this. Grabbing a loofah, she squeezed some body wash onto it and shot him a look. "Sit up straight."

Stewart grinned and obediently sat

up, exposing his entire back to her. Briony began to scrub his back, and since his hand was injured, she washed his arm as well. Suddenly, her gaze fell on a scar on his side Was that from when she had stabbed him? Content bétongs

The woman behind him had suddenly stopped. Stewart frowned and turned his head in confusion. Briony's fingertips gently touched the scar. Stewart's brow twitched, and he immediately pulled away.

Briony looked up at him. "Did it hurt a lot back then?"

Stewart was afraid she would feel guilty, and even more afraid she would recall those painful

memories. "It's all in the past," honet

said, taking her hand. "Bryn, we

at dwell on the past.

agreed We want

We'll look forward."

Briony nodded, but the corners of her eyes were still red. "I know. It's just... if it weren't for that wound, maybe your health wouldn't have gotten so bad."

"I'm fine now," Stewart explained, not wanting her to worry. "Jonah's experiments were a success."

Briony lowered her eyes. "Regardless, I still have to say I'm sorry."

"You don't have to," Stewart said in a low voice. "I was the one who forced you. Even if I had died, it would have been what I deserved."

"Don't say things like that!" Briony covered his mouth with her hand. "Don't ever talk about dying again. The children are still young. We both need to live long, full lives. Stewart, for their sake, we have to lean to w cherish our lives."

"Okay." Stewart took her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. Briony's eyelashes fluttered. After a moment, she pulled her hand away and tossed the loofah into the tub. "Wash the rest yourself. I'm leaving."

Stewart was left speechless.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Stewart emerged, wearing a grey silk pajama set. He was still drying his hair with a towel.