Chapter 37 I'll Do It Myself
After being married for so long, this was the first time she had seen such a gentle and considerate James.
All of this was because of last night's mistake, and the guilt he felt towards her.
Jessica lowered her head and gave a self-deprecating smile. When she looked up again, her eyes were clear.
She reached out and picked up a piece of bread to eat.
Seeing Jessica start eating, James averted his gaze.
The two of them finished breakfast together in a very awkward atmosphere.
Jessica had a small appetite; one slice of bread was enough to fill her up. Looking at the fried egg in front of her, she finally ate it.
Jessica was about to clean up the table when she heard James speak, "Your arm is injured. Just sit tight."
He then finished what was in front of him and cleaned up everything on the table.
Seeing James leave, Jessica didn't continue sitting there and was about to go back to her room to rest.
Then she saw him come out.
Seeing Jessica get up, he frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
His tone was slightly displeased.
Jessica could tell and felt a bit puzzled.
She didn't know what she had done wrong.
Seeing his unpleasant expression, Jessica instinctively found an excuse.
"Going to the bathroom."
It wasn't really an excuse; she did indeed want to go to the bathroom.
Upon hearing this, James's expression improved a lot. He walked over and picked her up again.
He turned and went upstairs.
From Jessica's perspective, she could clearly see James's jawline.
Just when she thought James only wanted to carry her upstairs, she didn't expect that he had no intention of putting her down even after entering the room.
Seeing that he wanted to continue walking in, Jessica hurriedly spoke in a low voice, "I want to go to the bathroom. Put me down."
Seeing no reaction from James, Jessica assumed he hadn't heard.
"I want to go to the bathroom. Put me down. I can go by myself," Jessica raised her voice.
But James still didn't respond, though Jessica knew he had heard.
Until now, Jessica hadn't thought that he wanted to carry her to the bathroom.
She just assumed James ignored her.
"Your leg is injured. I'll carry you over," James frowned. Even though Jessica asked to be put down, he still firmly carried her into the bathroom.
The thought of James watching her use the bathroom made an image unconsciously appear in Jessica's mind.
Her cheeks instantly turned hot, the blush spreading to her ears.
"No, no need, I will be careful with myself," Jessica instinctively refused, her voice very soft.
Even though they had just seen each other naked, deep down, she still couldn't accept such a thing.
James didn't speak, just stood there holding Jessica, not putting her down or agreeing to her request.
The two of them stood there in the bathroom, the atmosphere awkward and ambiguous.
In the end, it was Jessica who couldn't hold on any longer and continued, "I just sprained my arm and leg. You don't need to take care of me like I'm disabled."
Moreover, she knew in her heart that the reason James was doing this was entirely out of guilt.
To be more precise, it felt like he was atoning for Rose's sins.
She hated this feeling; it made her feel like a substitute, a cheap shadow.
However, no matter how much Jessica insisted, James remained silent, like a mute statue.
If this stalemate continued, Jessica even worried she might wet her pants.
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