The luxury bed was fitted with a black bedsheet.

Noah set Gwynn down on it gently. Dressed in a white bathrobe, her hair sprawled across her delicate shoulders, making her seem both vulnerable and exquisite.

He got a first aid kit, crouched by the bed, grabbed her hand, and applied ointment on it. There were several rope burns on her lean wrists.

Speaking softly, he asked, “Does it hurt?”

She shook her head and said, “It doesn’t hurt anymore!”

He finished treating her wound and put the fir