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.”

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

gently. “That was different but I’m awake now. I can do this on my own. I promise to call

pouted at me. “Be careful then,”

I nodded.

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

become so meticulous and

the doctor examined me one more time

all of my toiletries. Joseph was tasked with investigating my abduction, so the job of caring for my

bed and watched him pack my clothes. “Ashton, when you’re old and

go broke?” Ashton placed my

his abilities, he would never be as poor as

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

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

it was left here at the hospital, but also stored away without use for it if we brought

type of man who did not concern himself with the nitty gritty aspects of whether or not a basin

janitor smiled at me as she entered to

She appeared to be

the basin on her tray of tools. In

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