Контракт с Дьяволом: Идеальный Любовник

Chapter 793

Ashton rose to his feet without speaking. The doctor came in for a quick check-up. “Mrs. Fuller is completely fine. A few more days of rest and she’ll be cleared for discharge.”

Ashton nodded. Capitalizing on his attention being elsewhere, I pushed the half-eaten bowl of soup away from me.

After the doctor left, I rose to go to the bathroom. However, my legs were not in use for too long and I toppled over the moment I put some weight on them.

Ashton’s reflexes were lightning quick. He reached out and caught hold of me. “What are you doing?” he asked sternly.

“I want to go to the washroom,” I answered, trying not to laugh. That was embarrassing.

Ashton lifted me up in his arms and carried me into the bathroom. He then threw me over his shoulder and undid my pants for me.

 

“Ashton, I can do this on my own,” I said hurriedly, pushing him away. “Please wait for me outside.” I was hoping he would leave before he saw how red I was.

“What’s the matter? I’ve seen every part of you before, haven’t I?” he said with a frown.

 

How is that the same?

I pushed him again. “It’s not the same. Please let me do this on my own. I think I can manage!”

Ashton threw my hands off bossily. “I have been changing your urine bags for the past two days,” he said. “You are my wife, I should be taking care of you. I’m sure you would do the same when I’m old and grey. Stop overthinking.”

After being married for so long, there

I was comatose, but a whole other thing when I’m completely conscious. I pushed him gently. “That was different but I’m awake now. I can do this on my own. I promise to call you when I’m done,

me. “Be careful then,” he

I nodded.

at the sight of his departing back. If not for his timeless good looks

did he become

me one

hospital. He had even brought over all of my

clothes. “Ashton, when you’re old and broke, you could apply

think I’ll go broke?” Ashton placed my folded clothes into the suitcase and

I answered after a moment’s pause. With his abilities, he would never be as poor as

the toiletries into the basin we paid for during my stay at the hospital. It

that home?” I asked. We didn’t need

would have gone to waste if it was left

himself with the nitty gritty aspects of whether or not a basin would come in

at me as she entered to

appeared to be a mute,

her tray of tools. In a

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