Chapter 0693

"Dylan, don't push your luck."

Just wheeling him to the bathroom was already more than enough of a favor.

Now he was thinking about things he shouldn't?

He was clearly getting ahead of himself.

"My hands have been numb since early this morning," Dylan replied, shaking his wrist with an expression of discomfort.

"It's been like this all day without any relief. Honestly, I wouldn't bother you if I didn't have to! Lately, it's been happening more often. Maybe it's another side effect of the medication from before."

"Numb hands?" Suzy let out a cold laugh.

"And yet they're never numb when you're typing on your computer? I saw you working in the study when I came in, didn't I? Don't tell me they only act up conveniently during bathroom breaks."

"You don't believe me?" Dylan looked hurt, his voice dripping with wounded pride. "Fine, forget it. You can go. I'll manage on my own."

What was that expression? That tone?

Who was he trying to guilt-trip?

help but marvel at how far he'd fallen from the image he used to

had crumbled all the

said without hesitation, turning on her heel to

was speechless, his plan

wasn't entirely without sympathy for him, it wasn't enough

door closed behind her, he deliberately made loud, clumsy

Bang! Thud! Clatter!

Suzy pinched

ridiculous man. Could his acting be

the commotion, Suzy remained standing

inch until Dylan finally called out, "I'm

lips and pushed the door open, only to stop in

yourself?" she asked, eyeing Dylan's soaked

pipe," Dylan replied, his tone defensive. "Can't it just

of you wet?" Suzy countered, folding

completely dry, but your pants are

that's just water and not something

headache. "It really is water!" he insisted, pointing to a faucet mounted

water pressure was too high at first, so it splashed all over

seeing through

or another, he was determined to get her to help him with his pants today. Injured

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