He lifted a brow at my question and fixed his eyes on me. “You can help me if you want.”
His answer caught me completely off guard – I blushed and hesitated, not knowing what to say. I expected him to say he can manage by himself!
“So, do you want to help?” he asked in a low voice, waiting for my answer.
He is my husband, after all. We’ve been living together for a number of years, and we still have more years to come. One day, he would fall sick, and I might become ill as well. No matter how embarrassing it is, we have to take care of each other because we are a couple, not to mention he is wounded now.
After rationalizing my decision, I heaved out a sigh and accompanied him to the bathroom.
As he stood in front of the toilet, I bent down, biting my lip, and unfastened his belt buckle. Then, I unbuttoned his pants and proceeded to the zip.
When I was about to pull it down, he grabbed my hand and spoke with a raspy voice, “It’s okay. I can do it myself.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and rushed out of the bathroom.
Suddenly, his phone rang on the bed. I took a look at the screen and saw that it was Rebecca calling – she probably wanted to ask about his injury. Thus, I did not pick up the phone.
However, it kept ringing, and Ashton was still in the bathroom. He heard the ringtone as well and shouted, “You can answer it.”
I pursed my lips and hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone. As soon as I put the phone against my ear, I heard Rebecca crying, and her anxious voice came from the other side of the line. “Ash, are you feeling better now? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to throw a tantrum and caused you to get hurt. How I wish I was the one who got hurt instead. I promise you – I will always listen to you and won’t do anything rash.”
Oh, so he got hurt because of her?
I continued to hold the phone at my ear and remained silent. She continued to sob over the phone. “Ash, are you still angry with me? I’m sorry. I will…”
“The only thing you need to do is to stay away from him,” I cut her off, a hint of anger in my voice.
She went quiet for a while and gradually stopped her crying. “Scarlett, why did you answer Ash’s phone? How could you simply pick up someone else’s phone? You’re so rude.”
I scoffed and said sarcastically, “Oh? Why aren’t you crying anymore? Where did your saccharine voice go? Was it because Ashton is not on the line? Your acting skills don’t seem to have improved over the years. Oh, and I’m sorry to tell you that it was Ashton who asked me to answer his phone. He’s currently in the bathroom, unavailable to pick up your call.”
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