Bettie held her breath, feeling both nervous and curious.

Suddenly, a chill ran down the lower part of her body.

Unprepared, Bettie shivered and almost let out a cry. Then, she realized Lance was cleaning her up with a towel.

Bettie was rendered speechless. Okay, then...

After cleaning up, she heard a rustle nearby. Was Lance undressing?

No. He grabbed her pajamas, dressed her, and swapped her underwear for clean ones. To top it off, he even tucked her in nicely.

Bettie was at a loss for words. So? That was it? Were her hopes dashed?

Bettie bit her lip. She felt a bit let down and irritated. She lay there naked, and he was not aroused? Was she that unattractive? Humph!

His actions were like a slap in the face!

Bettie seethed to herself.

Lance came back from the bathroom, ready to wipe off her makeup.

Bettie clung to the sheet, not wanting to feel exposed.

After cleaning her face, Lance applied some lotion.

Then, he put everything away and back onto the dresser and left the room.

Silence filled the room.

Bettie peeked, making sure he was gone. She let out a sigh and turned over, feeling a mix of emotions.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

Bettie immediately rolled onto her back, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She cursed silently, wondering why he was back.

Lance came to her bedside, left something, and left again.

Bettie opened her eyes, spotting a glass of water. He was really quite considerate. How had he known she was thirsty?