Chapter 136

OLIVIA'S POV The warmth of the towel had barely settled over my skin before Dominic sent someone to bring me a change of clothes—his choice, no less. I should have protested. I should have insisted on picking something myself or wearing anything except what he picked. But something in his gaze as he passed the bundle to the servant silenced me. It wasn't control or dominance. It was worry. Regret. Something quiet and heavy in his eyes. So, I changed. The dress was simple, elegant—a deep sapphire blue that contrasted with the paleness of my skin after the chill of the water. It hugged my figure in a way that made me feel both beautiful and oddly exposed. It was the kind of dress someone picks for you when they've memorized every detail—when they know how to make you feel seen. And of course, no one knows my body more than Dominic. When I stepped out into the room, I saw him struggling—half-shirtless, seated on the edge of a velvet chaise, his jaw clenched as he tried to wrap a clean ban