Chapter 470 Taking a Bath
"Not right now."
"It could mean two things: it used to be, but not anymore; or it never was, and still isn't, but maybe it will be in the future."
However, the doctor automatically understood it as the second meaning and smiled.
Getting stitches really hurts.
Even a glass cut on the finger hurts enough to make you grit your teeth, let alone threading a needle through a wound.
But Damian didn't make a sound, though the veins on his forehead tightened from the body's instinctive reaction. Capillaries showed deep red marks, and sweat seeped out, dampening the hair on his forehead.
His free hand remained clenched in a fist, while the hand holding Ashley's didn't dare to squeeze.
Ashley could feel what he was enduring, so she held his hands tightly, giving him silent strength.
No words were exchanged, yet it felt like they had said a lot.
Once the stitching was done and the bandage was applied, his hair fell softly, obediently covering the wound. Luckily, the wound wasn't on his scalp, avoiding the need to shave a patch of hair.
The gauze on his face didn't affect Damian's handsomeness.
The doctor inevitably explained some daily care details, reminding him, "Don't get it wet, eat light, don't drink alcohol, and try not to exert yourself. As his girlfriend, you must take good care of him. Men are always careless and forget the details. You two live together, right?"
This last sentence came out of nowhere.
Before Ashley could answer, the doctor had already written the prescription, "Go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, apply it externally once a day, and pay attention to the condition of his back. He should sleep on his stomach for the next few days."
So, they assumed they lived together?
Leaving the hospital, the night was deep.
The two got into the car in silence and headed home.
On the way, Ashley's phone rang. She was driving and couldn't answer, so she put it on speaker.
"Ashley, is Damian okay? Did you see the doctor? Nathan and I just got Grandpa home and called you right away!" Evelina's anxious voice echoed in the room.
Ashley glanced at Damian in the passenger seat, signaling if he wanted to speak himself.
But Damian remained silent.
Ashley had no choice but to continue, "He's okay. We saw the doctor, and the wound is bandaged. It's not life-threatening, but it's not minor either. He got a few stitches on his forehead, and if it doesn't heal well, it might leave a scar."
"Ashley, you won't leave my brother just because he has a scar on his face, right? My brother is so handsome, a little flaw won't affect his looks."
Ashley seemed to see Damian smiling on the other side. Is he crazy? How can he still have the mood to smile at a time like this? "There's nothing like that between your brother and me. I'm taking him home now, don't worry, get some rest."
"Wait, I haven't finished! Actually... Ashley, I wanted to say, you were cool today! I've never seen anyone dare to yell at my grandpa, no, no, no, and no one dares to yell at Damian either. You were like... like a boss's woman, you know? I admire you so much!"
Are you kidding! That was her grandpa! That was Damian!
In the whole universe, Ashley was the first and definitely the only one who dared to yell at both of them at the same time.
Ashley broke out in a cold sweat, unable to wipe it off while holding the steering wheel, she could only frown, "Anything else? I'm driving."
"Ashley, drive safely. I'll visit my brother tomorrow. See you tomorrow!"
With that, she quickly hung up.
Damian looked at her leisurely, the lights flickering, Ashley's delicate profile looked a bit embarrassed, becoming more lively and cute, "Congratulations, you've gained another irrational fan."
"Shut up, or I'll kick you out."
At home, Ashley took a shower first. The wind outside made her sweaty, and she felt refreshed after changing into her home clothes.
Damian sat on the sofa, holding the remote, watching a documentary on TV, "I haven't showered yet."
Ashley was unmoved, "Your hands are fine, you can shower. Use a towel to wipe, and just deal with your back for now."
Damian didn't accept this arrangement, "I'll wash the other parts myself, you help me with my back."
The thought of being in the bathroom with Damian, facing his wet body, made Ashley instinctively resist, "I'm too tired to move. How about you hold on for one night and shower tomorrow?"
Damian, with his severe cleanliness, absolutely couldn't stand not showering for a day. She did it on purpose.
Surprisingly, Damian didn't insist and went upstairs alone.
Ashley suddenly heard something fall upstairs. After a brief moment of shock, she ran up, "Damian!"
The bedroom door was open, but no one was inside. Ashley turned the bathroom door handle and saw Damian sitting on the floor, completely naked.
He was enduring the pain, his brows furrowed, holding the showerhead, his lower body already wet, the upper part still dry.
The scene was undoubtedly a huge visual shock.
Ashley automatically ignored his perfect body, worriedly stepping on the wet floor, grabbing his arm, "Did you hurt yourself?"
With his height, sitting straight on the floor, the sound alone indicated a hard fall, possibly even a bone fracture.
This guy!
How old was he, couldn't even shower properly.
Damian's face was dark, using her strength to stand up, "I slipped, didn't get hurt."
The floor was non-slip, yet he still fell.
Ashley didn't know whether to be angry or sympathetic, noticing his red palm, "Did you scrape it?"
There were obvious scrape marks, probably from instinctively supporting himself when he fell.
"Probably."
He didn't have any special reaction.
Seeing him like this, what else could she do, "Stand still, I'll help you shower."
"Okay."
First, she sprayed his long legs, then washed the towel, slowly wiping his arms and chest. Though not short, standing barefoot next to Damian, she seemed particularly petite. The bathroom was large, but being so close, the temperature rose rapidly. Her ears turned red, her face hot, and accidentally touching his chest skin was almost fatal.
Finally, she stepped back half a step, "Done."
But Damian grabbed her wrist, seriously pulling her, "Are you sure you're done? Didn't miss any important spots?"
Ashley had been deliberately avoiding looking down. When she lowered her eyes, she saw where Damian was pointing, "Do it yourself!"
As a woman experienced in marital life, she could tell at a glance what was happening. Even half-injured, he still had such thoughts!
Damian looked at her flushed face, his voice even huskier than usual, "Give me the showerhead."
Ashley, with a dark face, turned and heard the sound of the shower.
Knowing what he was doing, it was hard not to think about it.
She ran out of the bathroom, her clothes half-wet from the water. Looking down, she found her chest semi-transparent from the water, clinging to her, outlining her curves.
Damn it, was Damian reacting because he saw this?
While she was still adjusting her anger, the bathroom door opened, and a tall figure walked out, "Check my back?"
Ashley wanted to leave in anger, but at the last moment, she couldn't bear it, turning to see Damian wrapped in a towel, her racing pulse finally calming a bit, "It's fine, didn't get wet, you can sleep peacefully."
Damian hooked her waist, pulling her to the bed.
Ashley was completely unprepared, her back hitting the bed with a thud, a large body pressing on top of her, "What are you doing?"
Damian leaned over her, "The doctor told me to sleep on my stomach."
"But not on top of me!"
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