Damian held the lounge door open, let Rowan stepped inside carefully, making sure Lyra's head didn't bump against the frame.
He carried her straight to the Casa Padrino baroque chaise longue and gently lowered her onto the cushions.
He grabbed a bottle of water from the nearby bar counter, then returned to her side.
"Drink a little."
Lyra reached, realizing he had already loosened the cap for her.
"Thank you," she murmured, taking small sips.
She watched him quietly as he knelt in front of her and removed her shoes with gentle care.
Then he lifted her legs onto the chaise and adjusted them so she could rest comfortably.
After that, he took a soft blanket from the armrest and laid it over her.
Her eyes stayed on him the whole time.
He was normally a man of pride—someone who didn't often show tenderness. Being treated with such gentle care by him surprised her deeply.
