Liam remained silent, simply watching her. His gaze was hard, fixed—but his breathing betrayed him. He was trying to stay in control, but he was losing it, second by second.

Water ran between them, hot and heavy. Olívia slid the soap across his chest, moving up to his shoulders, and murmured with a crooked smile:

“You know, Liam…” she began, her tone soft and mocking. “I think it’s time I showed you what it means to be a perfect wife—even if all of this is just a farce.”

He raised an eyebrow bu