Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 71

"Who are you calling a pig?"

"It was just a metaphor."

Edmond said, "Pour me a glass of water."

Sheila wasn't quite used to this.

Back when she and Edmond were together, he had always been the one taking care of her, handling every meal and daily necessity.

Now the tables had turned, and she was the one looking after him.

It wasn't a big deal, really.

Pouring a glass of water was simple enough.

She poured him a glass.

He glanced at it. "Too hot."

Keeping her patience in check, Sheila added some cold water.

He said, "Now it's cold."

Furious, she took a sip herself. "It's literally perfect!"

Only then did Edmond condescend to take the glass. He took a few sips and muttered, "It's just okay."

Sheila asked, "Mr. Halley, is there anything else you need?"

Edmond tipped his chin. "My legs are sore. Give them a massage."

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"Are you deaf on top of being blind?" Edmond drawled. "Sheila, just what kind of life have you been living since you left me?"

Anger flared in her chest. "Don't push your luck, Edmond!"

He simply said, "Are you going to do it or not?"

Swallowing her pride, Sheila sat on the edge of the bed and started massaging his legs.

She genuinely wanted to crush his limbs, but his muscles were rock-hard; her fingers couldn't even make a dent.

After a while, not only had she failed to hurt him, but her own fingers were aching.

Defeated, she loosened her grip and just gave him a few token squeezes.

"That long?" Sheila was surprised. "Cecil's pneumonia only took a week, and you're staying a week too?"

Didn't that mean she had to be his caregiver for a whole week?

"Cecil?" A cold smile touched Edmond's lips. "How much longer are you planning to play around with him?"

Sheila didn't even want to entertain that. "None of your business!"

"Does this mean... you're completely done with Simon Sinclair?"

She glared at him. "Why are you so obsessed with my private love life?"

"I'm not. I'm just worried you'll crash and burn, get yourself killed by Cecil, and leave me without a caregiver."

"Then you can rest easy," Sheila shot back. "I won't crash, and he certainly wouldn't hurt me. For this next week, I will take excellent care of you, Mr. Halley."

Edmond didn't say a word.

A few seconds later, he warned, "Sheila, if you play with fire, you'll get burned. You can't handle a man like Cecil."

"You don't need to worry about me, Mr. Halley," she retorted. "If you have so much free time, you'd be better off figuring out what my second task will be."

"What if my second demand is for you to cut all contact with Cecil?"