Контракт с Дьяволом: Идеальный Любовник

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.”

right. After being married for so long, there wasn’t anything

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.

at me. “Be careful then,” he

I nodded.

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

did he become so meticulous and

me one more time before declaring that I was

of my toiletries. Joseph

pack my clothes. “Ashton, when you’re old

Ashton placed my folded clothes into the suitcase

moment’s pause. With his abilities, he would never

toiletries into the basin we paid for during my stay at the hospital. It was used to hold the water to

we need to bring that home?” I asked. We didn’t need

It was practically brand new, it would have gone to waste if it was left here at the hospital, but also

man who did not concern himself with the

janitor smiled at me as she entered to perform her daily

come to befriend her during the past couple of days. She appeared to be a mute, as she had always greeted me with a smile and

to her and placed the basin on her tray of tools. In a few gestures,