The Woman From Hell

Chapter 913

Chapter 913

I gently sighed and did not say anything else.

Theo was about to get up from the bed, which startled me, so I hurriedly shouted, "Don’t move around!”

He froze. "I'm going to the bathroom."

"I'll help you." I lifted the covers and bent down to take out a pair of slippers from the cab.

After helping him into the bathroom, I reached out to help him take off his pants, but he stopped me. "I can d o it myself."

I raised my eyebrows. "Are you sure?"

Theo nodded firmly. "I'm sure.”

"Okay, then." I let go of his hands. "Call me if you need any help.”

"Okay."

When I walked out of the bathroom, I shook my head and laughed. "He's actually shy?"

How rare!

When Theo came out of the bathroom, I helped him to the bed.

I told him to sleep, but he refused to close his eyes and kept moving around on the bed with his brows tightly

furrowed. I thought about it and finally knew what was making him uncomfortable.

so his body felt sticky.

went to the bathroom to soak a clean

I began to unbutton his

teasing, "Are you going to torture me

I glared at him. "I'm wiping your

for that." He refused very

raised my brows. "You feel uncomfortable,

a paralyzed person who needs your help with

and unbuttoned

his eyes squeeze shut. I thought he was sleeping at first, but when I saw the sweat

Our eyes met. His pupils

silent for a long time, and I was eventually the one who spoke first, "Theo, I'm your wife. It's my duty to take care of you. When we grow old one day and become ill, we have to take

after

said that Theo could only eat liquid foods now. Petra happened to send some soup over, hence I did not have to go down and

on it, and fed it to Theo one

that he did not have much of an appetite to eat, but he still could not refuse the spoon I brought to his mouth

most of the bowl and did not

leave and sat watching us in

that I was done feeding Theo soup, Petra hurriedly got up and came over to

and heartache i

no appetite, so after taking

take care of him?" I figured

up, and when she was done, she looked at me with a heartbreaking expression. She said,

help but ask,

was okay with not having parents and I did not need them. However, every time I saw others hugging their parents and acting like a baby with them, I would still get envious. Afraid that

not answer and

the essay was 'My Mother’. I grew up as a pretty good writer, so the teacher signed up for a town competition and my essay received an award.

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