Chapter 442: Help With Robert's Bath
Robert's always been a bit of a skeptic, and his tone already screamed doubt.
Molly's heart did a little flip, and she threw on a blank stare to mask her freak-out.
She usually shot Robert these dagger looks, so her sudden innocent act was a rare sight, especially with her back all exposed, giving off this weird mix of pure and sexy.
Robert's eyes locked onto her, totally shameless, not even trying to hide his hunger for her.
That look made Molly think if it weren't for that wheelchair, he'd have her pinned to the bed already.
Molly shot him a glare and snapped, "Ever heard of knocking before barging into my room?"
She fumbled with her clothes, but the zipper was jammed. She had to drape her nightgown around her neck to cover up, which made Robert smirk.
"Your room?" Robert rolled himself forward, stopping right in front of her. "What part of this place isn't mine?"
Molly got the hint—he was saying she was his too.
No way she was letting him win, so she shot back with a sarcastic grin, "Mr. Perot, delusions are a sickness. You should see a shrink."
Robert didn't get mad; he just looked all smug and confident. His eyes flicked to her back, and he grinned, "Need a hand?"
Molly knew he didn't give a care about what she had said..
"No thanks," she said, her voice icy, "Get out, I need a shower."
"How about we shower together?" Robert asked.
Molly thought, 'What a creep!'
But she said, "Mr. Perot, have some decency. Isn't your injury still hurting?"
Her tone was cold, reminding him of his last failed attempt when he wanted to get intimate with her.
Surprisingly, Robert was chill today and nodded. "Fine, I'll wait."
Molly was confused. Wait for what? Then it hit her—he needed help with his bath.
These past few days, Robert had been stuck in bed, and she had to clean him up. In return, she got to go out during the day but had to be back at night to help him.
Molly always did it grudgingly, but luckily, Robert's wounds kept him from moving much. Any lewd thoughts he might have entertained were rendered moot by his physical incapability.
Even when things got awkward, Molly kept her cool, treating him like one of those cadavers from her anatomy classes, except those cadavers were noble, and Robert was just rotten.
Molly knew what he was waiting for and said, annoyed, "I get it, now leave."
Robert nodded and as he wheeled to the door, he said, "Oh, and the doc said I can use the tub now. Help me fill it later."
Molly thought, 'So that's why he's in such a good mood.'
She was so pissed she lost the mood to shower. Frantically trying to get the zipper unstuck, her frustrations boiled over until she tore it in sheer exasperation. With her emotions still raw, she took a quick shower, the water doing little to cool her temper. With her hair still half-wet, she stormed out.
If he could use the tub, it meant he was almost fully recovered. She just had to hang in there a bit longer and not let her efforts go to waste.
Molly pushed open Robert's room door; he was flipping through a financial magazine.
She went in to fill the tub. It was a big ol' tub with six faucets, and it took ten minutes to fill it.
Just as she was about to call him, she noticed Robert's wheelchair had snuck up behind her like a ghost, making her clutch her chest with a gasp.
Robert, totally unfazed, said calmly, "Lost in thought again?"
Molly shot him a scrutinizing look, trying to figure him out. Did he know something, or was he just messing with her?
Around Robert, Molly felt like she was always on high alert. All she had for him was suspicion. It was pretty pathetic. Sometimes, she felt so helpless with Robert. He clearly doubted her but still kept her around. Maybe he was just nuts?
Lost in thought, she saw Robert had already undone his silk pajamas, showing off his well-defined chest and abs. Molly quickly covered her eyes, exclaiming, "What are you doing?"
"Taking a bath," Robert replied.
Molly, annoyed, said, "That's not what I meant."
Robert found her reaction amusing. She had touched his body several times while cleaning him these past few days. Wasn't it too late to be shy now?
He raised an eyebrow and said, "I don't bathe with clothes on."
Molly thought, 'Fair enough.' But when he was lying down on the bed days ago, she could imagine him as a cadaver. Now, seeing him alive and getting into the tub was a whole different story.
She frowned and said, "If you can stand, can't you bathe yourself?"
Robert dodged the question and replied, "What? You shy seeing my body?"
Molly thought, 'No way.'
She snapped, "If you can stand, my job should be done. I should be able to go home tomorrow."
Robert replied calmly, "My wounds haven't fully healed."
"How can they not be healed? You can walk with crutches," Molly said.
Robert looked at her, his tone meaningful, and said, "You know I need crutches? And you call that healed?"
His wounds had only healed a little, with fresh, pinkish-red flesh growing where the stitches had just been removed. It wasn't pretty, actually kinda gross.
Molly thought, 'Fine, just treat him like a breathing cadaver.'
Molly said, "Then left in underwear, and I'll just scrub your back."
"I'm not wearing any." Robert stumbled to his feet with his crutches, letting his silk robe fall to the ground, exposing himself like a mannequin.
Molly's face turned beet red as she squeaked, "Are you crazy?"
Robert stood straight even with crutches, his expression calm, and said calmly, "No."
Molly's manners vanished in that moment. Facing Robert's naked body, she felt any of her shyness was gone.
Molly squealed, "Robert,"
"What? Don't you like what you see?" Robert raised an eyebrow, his presence overwhelming.
Molly resisted the urge to punch him and said coldly, "I can't bathe you like this, Robert. I mean a normal bath. What do you take me for?"
Robert, losing patience, didn't make things difficult for her and said, "Wrap a towel around me then."
This was his biggest concession. After all, who would bathe with their underwear on?
Molly grabbed a towel and threw it at him, but he didn't catch it, letting it fall to the ground. He raised an eyebrow arrogantly and said, "Pick it up and wrap it around me."
Molly stood her ground.
Robert sneered, "If you break your word, then so can I, right?"
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