Page 77 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

Grant’s infidelity, which she now knew must have been going on for some time, proved that.

Even as embarrassment turned her entire body rosy, she forced herself to turn around and meet the prince’s gaze, stammering, “It’s m-my turn.”

The prince remained silent, watching her with hooded eyes as her breasts half rose out of the water when she reached for the shampoo.

His scrutiny made her fingers clumsy, and the shampoo bottle almost slipped out of her hold. Even so, she told him bravely, “Y-you can’t scare me.” It was a lie, though. His silence daunted her, but...somehow, she just couldn’t make herself leave him alone.

Something about him called out to her, telling her that the man the whole world seemed to think was invincible –

The Prince of Darkness—-

This man who had been there for her when she was about to break—-

Something about the way he looked now told Fawn that he needed her.

Knowing that, how could she leave him?

How?

She reached for his hair, and the prince lowered his head as she began to shampoo his head. When she was done rinsing his hair, she reached for the wash and scrub—-

“You don’t have to do this.” The prince’s tone was cold.

Her fingers tightened around the scrub. “I know.” She shakily reached for his shoulders. “B-but I’m doing it anyway.” She scrubbed his chest and his back, her heart alternately twisting and beating as her hands came into contact with the silky hardness of his body.

When it was time to cleanthat partof his body, she hesitated.

“Go on.” The prince’s voice was still cold.

“I w-will.” She took a deep breath, saying unevenly, “But b-before I do it—-” Raising her head, Fawn made herself look into his eyes.

His beautiful green eyes that used to glitter with such life—-

And now they were not.

“Tell me about her,” she whispered.

The prince’s jaw clenched. “Why?”

“Because you seem to need to—-”

The prince swore.

Fawn flinched.

The prince’s face hardened even more at the sight.

If it had been any other girl, the prince would have either thrown her out of the room or kissed her to shut her up.

He didn’t do stuff like this.

He never did.

He was the Prince of Darkness, and people weren’t supposed to get under his skin.

But Fawn...

The way she could see so easily past his mask—-

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