Chapter 8. For Me

Ethan sent all servants out of his room for now. It was a very hectic day and he needed some alone time to think.

He soaked himself into his bathtub, a luxurious oasis of relaxation and opulence.

The bathtub itself was a sculpted work of art, an exquisite vessel of pristine white porcelain that seemed to gleam with an inner light. Its edges were adorned with intricate gold leaf patterns, reminiscent of ancient designs.

Within the depths of the bathtub, Mongolia flower petals floated serenely, their vibrant colors a striking contrast to the pure white of the porcelain. These petals created a breathtaking tableau, a fragrant carpet of natural elegance upon the water’s surface.

The soap foam that frothed within the bath was a testament to decadence. It was as if a cloud had descended to caress the water, its texture impossibly soft and rich. The scent of the soap was intoxicating, a delicate blend of floral and citrus notes that enveloped the senses in pure blis