Chapter 412

Marcus's muscular shoulders flexed as he draped another towel over Nathan. His massage techniques were shockingly professional!

If Marcus hadn't spoken, Nathan would never have guessed it was Evelyn's personal bodyguard giving him this intimate treatment.

Nathan's jaw clenched in irritation. The thought of another man's hands on his bare skin made his stomach churn with discomfort.

Marcus remained expressionless as he explained, "Ms. Sinclair specifically instructed me to bathe and massage you."

Though Marcus felt awkward performing such personal services, the household only had two other male staff. The elderly butler Archibald was snoring too loudly to be disturbed, even when Marcus kicked his chair.

Nathan's eyes darkened dangerously. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he gripped the wheelchair handles until his knuckles turned white.

Marcus hesitated before reaching for the body wash. The mint scent seemed more appropriate than the strawberry-flavored alternative for this situation.

Just as Marcus pumped the gel onto his palms, Nathan's voice cut through the steamy bathroom like a blade.

"Get out!" Nathan ground out between clenched teeth.

Even the chill of the bathroom couldn't cool the fire of humiliation burning through him at Marcus's touch.

Marcus blinked in confusion. "But Mr. Blackwood, you seemed to be enjoying it earlier?"

He held up the bottle uncertainly. "Ms. Sinclair's orders..."

Nathan's glacial stare could have frozen lava. "Do I need to repeat myself?"

Marcus set down the toiletries with a shrug. If the man wanted to refuse help, so be it.

The moment the door clicked shut, Nathan exhaled sharply. Three agonizing minutes passed before he regained composure. Where was that meddling butler when needed?

Wrapping himself in a plush robe, Nathan wheeled into the bedroom - and froze.

Evelyn stood by the doorway, exchanging a nod with Marcus before entering. Water droplets glistened on Nathan's exposed collarbones, trailing down his sculpted chest.

Evelyn's lips curved as her gaze traveled over him. "Satisfied with Marcus's service, Mr. Blackwood?"

Nathan's entire body tensed. He needed another shower immediately.

His voice dripped with barely contained fury. "Care to explain this, Evelyn?"

This wasn't at all what he'd envisioned when she offered to care for him.

Evelyn's eyes sparkled with mischief. "While I'm here to assist you," she emphasized, "we are divorced. Certain boundaries must be maintained."

The word "divorced" struck Nathan like a physical blow. The light in his eyes dimmed instantly.

Watching her smirk, Nathan tasted bitter defeat. This crushing helplessness was unfamiliar territory.

Evelyn continued mercilessly, "Unless you want rumors spreading? How would we ever remarry others then?"