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 left to hide from one

but a whole other thing when I’m completely conscious. I pushed him gently. “That was different but I’m

at me. “Be careful then,” he

I nodded.

departing back. If not for his timeless good looks and graceful slender build, I would have assumed he was an old

did he become so meticulous and

in the hospital, the doctor examined me one

practically all of his time here at the hospital. He had even brought over all of my toiletries. Joseph was tasked with investigating my abduction, so the job of caring

edge of the bed and watched him pack my clothes. “Ashton, when you’re old and broke, you could apply for a

my folded clothes into

a moment’s pause. With his abilities, he

at the hospital. It

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

gone to waste if it was left here at the hospital, but also

himself with the nitty

at me as she entered to perform

during the past couple of days. She appeared to be a mute, as she

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