Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 403

Vivian's POV:

I was packing my things at home when I got a call from Charles. I had planned to stay at the hospital so that I could look after Spencer. Besides, he wouldn't be able to do anything to drive me away.

"Vivian, Spencer insists on leaving the hospital. He has asked you to pick him up."

'Spencer asked me to pick him up?' I was shocked by this.

"Did he mean it?" I asked.

"Of course. Spencer is a stubborn jackass. Nobody can force him to do something he doesn't want to." Charles sounded like he was chuckling a bit.

I dropped the call, threw my clothes aside, and went to the hospital to pick up Spencer.

Upon reaching the door of the ward, I saw him sitting on a wheelchair all alone. He was staring blankly at the scenery outside the window, seemingly lonely. To me, he kind of looked like an abandoned child at this moment.

Merely seeing him in this state broke my heart. In the past, this man was so flamboyant and animated, but now... he had to sit on a wheelchair for the rest of his life. The thought of never being able to stand up again must be tearing him apart.

Silently, I held back my tears and took a deep breath. I put on a smile, mustered my courage, and approached Spencer, hugging him from behind.

"Well? Have you finally come around to the idea? I just learned a new massage technique. Do you wanna try it?" I asked.

Spencer froze for a moment. Instead of struggling from my embrace, he calmly turned around and said, "Vivian, I want to get back together with you; as husband and wife."

"Are you serious?" I looked into his eyes, visibly surprised.

What made him change his mind?' I wondered. "I'm a cripple now, but if you don't think I'm a burden, then please take care of me from now on," Spencer remarked, wearing a face devoid of emotion.

He didn't look like he was excited about getting back together with me. On the contrary, it seemed as though he wanted me to back away from these hardships.

'Does he really think he can get rid of me? No way!'

I stroked Spencer's face and said, "It's okay. That's exactly what I want."

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The second we got back home, Spencer started to give me a hard time.

As he sat on his wheelchair, he said to me, "You should take care of everything we need in the future. I don't like strangers touching the stuff I use."

I was sitting at the door changing my shoes when I heard him. "That can't be done," I answered without even glancing at him.

"You can't even do something that trivial? Then, how are you supposed to spend the rest of your life with me? There are so many more things you can and should do in the future!" It seemed like Spencer wanted to start an argument.

I didn't let his words vex me. I just stood up, and grinned at him. "Actually, I have something for you to do."

He fell silent for a moment. I grabbed the handles of the wheelchair, and wheeled him inside the house.

"What are you doing?" Spencer asked, panicking.

"We're going back to our room."

I wheeled Spencer into the bedroom. The way he kept looking at me vigilantly was amusing to me. It was hard to resist the urge to tease him.

Slowly, I leaned closer to his face; my breath, seeping into his face. Within the blink of an eye, the tension rose in the room.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you scared that I'll eat you up?" I asked.

"Vivian, stay away from you. I don't have thoughts about you like that right now." Spencer's face turned red as he ducked backwards.

The more he backed away, the more it excited me.

Gently, I brushed my fingertips against his skin. "But I have lots of thoughts about you, honey."

Embarrassed, Spencer grabbed my hand. "Vivian, can you please behave yourself?"

I chuckled at his reaction, pulled my hands from his, and stood up. While he was watching at me, slack-jawed in shock, I threw my underwear at him one after another.

My panties landed on his face. Annoyed, he tossed it right away. The next second, I threw my lacy bra at his face.

Unable to bear it any longer, he yelled, "Have you gone mad?"

"You may not be able to move your legs, but your hands still work, right?" I asked.

Spencer was stunned.

"Come and help me wash my clothes. From now on, you're the only one allowed to wash my delicates."

"Vivian, you're taking things too far!"

Spencer looked so hilariously pathetic on his wheelchair with a pile of panties and bras in his hands.

Swallowing my laughter, I said to him with a straight face, "This is only just the beginning. You can try to resist it if you can."