"Let me finish drying it first."
Aidan Lucas frowned and took her hand away.
Seeing her pouting unhappily, he patiently coaxed, "If you don't dry your hair during your confinement, you might catch a cold."
His tone was gentle, but his face turned serious.
Seeing his solemn and stern appearance, Lily Gray knew that there was no room for negotiation on this matter.
She could only obediently sit still and wait for him to dry her hair.
After drying her hair, she hadn't had a chance to speak yet when Aidan Lucas took the hairdryer into the bathroom.
After a while, when he came out, he began to help her change into a clean hospital gown.
"Um... Aidan Lucas, can I speak now?"
Lily Gray quietly observed his facial expressions.
She felt that today's Aidan Lucas was very strange.
He was now holding her in his arms, dressing her in the hospital gown.
"Hand." Aidan Lucas slightly furrowed his brows, ignoring her.