His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 77

Coming out of the tea room, Charles directly went to Autumn and took her hand. He asked, "You're still chatting here. Aren't you tired?"

"No. I just got back. I have been talking to Chris. She said that Z City is full of fun and I want to go out, so I thought why not..." "Stop talking now. I'm tired. Let's go upstairs and sleep, " Charles interrupted Autumn, and pulled her to her feet.

"What did grandpa say?" Autumn asked casually as he led her upstairs. "Does he still blame me?"

"What are you talking about?" There was a gleam in Charles's eyes. "Grandpa already told you that he wasn't blaming you. So don't think nonsense! "

Charles's wound could not get wet. As soon as they entered the bedroom he told Autumn in a coquettish voice, "I am hurt, Ye."

"I know that." Autumn nodded in bewilderment and continued, "You've been hurt for a week. Of course I know."

Then she looked for his underwear and bath towel and urged him, "Now go and have a bath. I'll pour you a cup of hot water and you'll have to take some medicine later."

With that, she put those things in Charles's hands. As she turned around, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into his arms. He held her so tightly that she could not break free.

In an instant, his masculine air enveloped her. "What are you doing?" she asked, blushing. "Stop that now."

"What? What am I doing?" Charles teased her. As he held her tightly feeling her warmth, he was rather satisfied.

'The woman in my arms is my wife and the one I'm determined to protect for the rest of my life.' He felt great thinking about it.

"Charles, I know we're married, but... you promised that you wouldn't force me..." Autumn's face got a little red, and Charles seemed very wild to her tonight.

"Did I say something wrong?" Charles asked, looking at her, tilting his head. "You see, I'm hurt now. What if my wound gets wet while I taking a bath?"

"Er..." Without understanding his intention, Autumn thought it over, and offered, "Then... How about I get you a shower cap..."

Charles was speechless and shocked. Though he had offered such an obvious implication, his wife had seriously thought of a solution for him.

Then he simply held Autumn's hand and directly said, "I don't want a shower cap. Why don't you... give me a bath?"

His voice was full of temptation, making Autumn go all blushy. "Come on, I..."

"What? You will not do that for me?" Charles looked at her with an innocent face and added, "Autumn, don't forget that I was hurt because of you. I'm having a bit of trouble taking a bath myself. Won't you help me? "

"I didn't mean that..." Autumn retorted anxiously lest Charles should misunderstand her. But the thought of bathing him was so intimate... How could she do that?

"It's not that I don't want to help you, Charles, it's just..." She found herself at a loss for words.