Nathaniel’s deep voice rang out from the bathroom. “Bring the pajamas here.”
Christina pulled out his black pajamas from the bag and walked over. “I’ll hang them just inside the door for you to take.”
However, as soon as she opened the bathroom door, he grabbed her hand and pulled her inside with the pajamas.
Thick, hot steam hung in the air in the bathroom. Droplets of water slid down Nathaniel’s forehead toward his high nose bridge, and his dark eyes seemed to draw her in.
She held up his pajamas between them and avoided his gaze.
“You should take a shower too. Your body must feel sticky after being out in the sea breeze.” he said slowly.
He followed me again! Christina pushed him aside and uttered, “Let me out.”
The push caused his back to bump into something, and he inhaled sharply in pain.
“What’s the matter? Does your back still hurt?” Turning around to check, she saw that the angry, red marks on his muscular back had yet to heal. The sight of them was somewhat shocking.
“Why haven’t they healed yet? It’s been so long. Haven’t you been applying the medicine?” she asked, unable to hide the worry in her eyes.
Gazing at her gloomily, he answered, “That’s because you didn’t help me with it.”
She snorted in annoyance. “Are you a child who needs someone to help them with everything?”
Only children would behave like that. It’s just like how Lucas and Camila needed me to lie next to them to fall asleep in the past.
He arched an eyebrow. “Pretty much.”
“In that case, hurry up and put on your pajamas. I’ll help you do it lest you blame me if something happens to you while you’re at my house.” Christina walked out of the bathroom, then went downstairs and bought some anti-inflammatory medicine.
She made him lie on the couch and carefully applied the medicine. It was clear that the wounds had healed but split open again from large or sudden movements, so they looked particularly unsightly.
After tending to his wounds, she stored the remaining medicine in a box.
“I’m hungry,” he remarked casually.
It’s as though a member of royalty has graced my humble abode. I’ve been busy waiting on him hand and foot all this time!
“All I have are noodles. Do you want that or not?”
“Of course. I’ll eat anything you cook,” came his reply.
She got up and went to the kitchen to boil some water.
donned an apron, and her
fom behind, she cut a gentle and comforting figure.
Soon, she placed two piping hot bowls of instant noodles on the dining table.
They sat opposite each other and began to eat.
“This pendant light is a little dim,” he observed, glancing at the hanging light in the middle. Judging from its color, it must’ve been put in to match the original interior decoration.
“You’re right,” she agreed. “I’m thinking of getting a new one.”
“Would you prefer a round one or a square one?”
“A round one. I suppose. It’ll have more of that cozy vibe,” she replied.
However, she immediately regretted saying that. Why should I discuss these things with Nathaniel? It’s my house. If I want to change the light, I can do it myself.
“I’m done eating. Enjoy your meal.” With that, she set down her fork and got up to return to her bedroom.
Christina felt much better after taking a hot shower, but when she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Nathaniel lying on her bed.
“What are you doing in my bed? Go and sleep in the guest bedroom.” She reached out and grabbed the corner of the blanket at the foot of the bed. Like a puppy whose territory had been occupied by others. she had an indignant look in her
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