The fake Ashley finally nodded, feeling relieved, and let Yuri Sinclair wheel her out of the study.
"The plane is taking off!"
"Ah! Your Highness, I'm scared! Don't go so fast."
The fake Ashley feigned fear, wrapping her arms around Yuri's neck as he playfully pushed her wheelchair like an airplane to amuse her. She played along, letting out a string of sweet-sounding laughter.
GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE—
Back in the bedroom, Yuri Sinclair helped the fake Ashley onto the bed before heading to the bathroom himself.
The fake Ashley padded barefoot across the rug to the bathroom door and asked, "Your Highness, are you sure you don't want me to scrub your back?"
"No, I'm fine. Go pour yourself a glass of warm milk and get to bed early," the man's concerned voice came from the bathroom.
"Sigh, okay. Should I pour a glass for you too, Your Highness? You're not allowed to stay up late anymore. It's bad for you."
"Fine."
