Willow gently pushed him. "Come on, try it on."
But Rainer remained seated in his wheelchair, motionless.
Confused, Willow furrowed her brow. "What's wrong? Why aren't you changing your clothes? Don't you like it?"
Rainer chuckled and asked with a playful tone. "Are you just going to stand there and watch me change my clothes?"
Willow froze for a moment before reality hit her, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Oh, right! I'll be out for a bit. Call me when you're ready for me to come back in."
But before she could take more than two steps, Rainer's voice stopped her. "Wait."
She turned around, blinking in confusion.
Rainer looked at her for a moment then sighed softly. "I didn't mean to tell you to leave. Come here and help me."
As soon as those words left his mouth, Willow's mind immediately flashed back to the first night she moved into this villa—when he had asked her to help him undress for a bath, only to send her away afterward.
