Chapter 382 When you were using it, I didn't see you being this shy
Yvette was scolded, but she couldn't stop the curve of her lips. She glanced at Albert, but her gaze immediately darted away as if burned.
Albert was initially quite angry with her, but seeing her "tease" someone and then act shy, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Albert half-squinted his eyes, looking at Yvette meaningfully. "When you were using me, you weren't this shy."
His voice carried a hint of laziness, and even though the tone was descending, one could still sense his teasing.
Yvette instantly recalled the times she had "used" him, feeling so embarrassed that she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
But the more embarrassed she was, the more Albert found it interesting. "Go ahead, I'll try to hold back."
Despite saying that, Yvette knew very well that such things couldn't be held back.
Yvette couldn't face him, let alone help him wash, fearing the sight would excite her and things would get out of hand.
She shook her head, clenched her fists tightly, deliberately trying to dig her fingertips into her palms, using the pain to remind herself to stay clear-headed.
How could she have improper thoughts about a patient who might be paralyzed?
Yvette bit her lower lip, unfolded the towel, and threw it on him, covering the part she didn't dare to look at, then looked at him again. "Your legs are weak, but your hands are fine. You can wipe yourself."
Yvette met his smiling eyes, feeling a surge of anger in her heart.
How could he still have the mind to tease her in his condition?
Yvette felt that Albert was a bit strange today, but also somewhat relieved.
As long as Albert was no longer deeply immersed in the pain of paralysis, no longer working day and night to escape the pain, she could tolerate whatever he wanted to do.
But Albert clearly didn't intend to let her go.
"I said I wouldn't force you. If you don't want to take care of me, I won't wash." Albert looked down at the towel covering his waist, let out a bitter laugh, and said, "But now you've stripped me naked and left me here..."
His voice was slightly hoarse, carrying grievance and sadness, each word accusing Yvette of her "misdeeds."
Yvette felt morally coerced but couldn't refute Albert's words. It wasn't that she didn't want to take care of him; she just didn't want to face his reaction.
But leaving him naked here did seem a bit inhumane.
Gritting her teeth, Yvette turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Even Albert was taken aback. The dim streetlight outside cast a soft glow, breaking the pure darkness and making it a bit gentler.
The visibility in the room was low, and Yvette could no longer clearly see the parts that made her uncomfortable.
Her tension eased slightly, and she picked up the towel again to help Albert wipe his body.
In the darkness, Yvette fumbled and wiped, without Albert's intense gaze on her, and not having to face it so clearly, her trembling hands steadied a bit.
But Yvette's series of actions made the veins on Albert's forehead bulge slightly.
In such a dim and ambiguous room, Yvette's soft hands were exploring and wiping his skin.
When Yvette squatted down to wipe him, Albert felt like he was going to explode. On the verge of losing control, he gripped the wheelchair's armrest tightly.
Yvette finally finished wiping Albert's body, despite not being as thorough as a nurse, at least Albert could sleep cleanly.
She stood up with relief, but her legs were numb from squatting too long.
Yvette almost fell, and in a panic, she almost supported herself on Albert's thigh.
Fortunately, she reacted in time and supported herself on the wheelchair's armrest.
Albert's low, hoarse voice came to her ears. "What? Didn't touch enough while wiping, want to go again?"
Albert's voice carried obvious desire and provocation, making Yvette's body stiffen, and she looked up angrily.
But as soon as she looked up, she met Albert's deep, burning eyes, filled with emotion, made even more intense by the dark room.
Their gazes met in the air, the private space, the ambiguous atmosphere, and the intense gaze made their breaths momentarily chaotic.
Yvette's face instantly turned red, she wanted to get up and back away, but Albert grabbed the back of her neck.
Even though he was sitting in a wheelchair, his actions and domineering aura made Yvette feel like a mischievous cat caught by the scruff of its neck.
Even if she was angry, she couldn't show her sharp teeth and claws in his hands.
"I didn't mean to!" Yvette said angrily and shyly. "Let go of me, I've finished wiping."
Feeling the heat emanating from Yvette's neck, Albert's gaze deepened. "Yes, you've finished wiping, but you haven't dressed me yet."
Albert's words were cold, but Yvette inexplicably heard a hint of grievance in his tone.
Yvette's breath was a bit erratic. "I'll help you dress, let go of me first!"
Albert's hand loosened, pretending nothing had happened. "I was afraid you'd fall, not that you'd do anything to me."
Do anything to him?
What could she do to him?
Yvette was extremely speechless, but couldn't argue with him, so she took advantage of the darkness in the room and glared at Albert fiercely.
She took a clean hospital gown from the bedside and helped Albert put it on.
After finishing a series of actions, Yvette was a bit tired, panting slightly, and turned on the light.
As soon as the light came on, Albert's chiseled face came into Yvette's view.
She then noticed that Albert's face seemed to have a faint blush.
But in the blink of an eye, he returned to his expressionless self.
Yvette blinked, starting to doubt her own eyes.
How could Albert ever be embarrassed?
Yvette helped him onto the bed.
She was so tired that she gulped down half a glass of water, and when she looked up, Albert was staring at her with deep eyes.
Albert's thin lips were tightly pressed, and he suddenly spoke, "Are you tired?"
Yvette thought for a moment and nodded without hesitation. "Yes."
Albert's deep eyes stared at Yvette, his throat swallowing, Adam's apple moving slightly. "So if I can no longer be the head of the Valdemar Group in the future, and without a nurse, would you be willing to take care of me every day?"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
