With a simple motion, he tied a silk bedspread loosely around his waist, preparing to head toward the bathhouse.
The rustling of fabric finally made Sorayah instinctively lift her gaze. She barely had time to register his broad, chiseled chest, the way his muscles pulsed with every movement, before her eyes widened, and she immediately turned away.
"Can I go to my room now?" she asked, forcing her voice to remain steady. "The servants said I can't go anywhere unless I ask you."
Dimitri paused, his lips curving into a smirk as he finally addressed her.
"Do you ever listen to me, Sorayah?" His cold voice cut through the air, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. "Or do you pretend not to, just so I have to repeat myself? I told you that you belong to me and will live here from now on until it's confirmed that you're not pregnant. Have you forgotten that already?" He let out a sigh, shaking his head.
