Skyler Jones held the urine bag, looking at it for a long ti.
Christine Quinn asked, "What’s wrong with you?"
Skyler Jones sighed, "I never thought in my lifeti I’d need to use this."
Christine Quinn suddenly felt a lump in her throat.
"Maybe you should step out for a bit!"
Christine Quinn slowly stood up, turning her back to him.
She listened carefully for any sounds but realized he hadn’t moved for a long ti.
Finally, she couldn’t help but ask, "Are you done?"
Skyler Jones leaned against the headboard and answered, "I can’t do it... What does it look like, a grown man dealing with this."
Christine Quinn slowly turned around to see him looking despondent, leaning against the headboard, the urine bag still beside him.
Skyler Jones stared unfocused ahead, "You should go out... I need so ti alone."
"Oversky..."
"It’s ultimately inconvenient for you to take care of ... Let’s hire a caregiver to look after tomorrow!"
Christine Quinn quickly approached Skyler Jones, saying, "A caregiver can’t look after you 24 hours a day either..."
"Then we can hire three or five caregivers, I can afford it anyway." Skyler Jones’ voice had a sowhat self-deprecating tone.
"I’m sorry..."
"Silly, why are you apologizing to ?"
"It’s because I didn’t consider your feelings... Let help you to the bathroom!"
"You don’t feel disgusted by ?"
"It’s not that I’m disgusted by you, it’s just..." Christine Quinn blushed with embarrassnt, lowering her head and mumbling, "I just think it’s a bit inconvenient."
"With how well we know each other, is there really a need to worry about these things?"
"I..."
"Don’t worry, as long as you help onto the wheelchair, I can roll myself into the bathroom to take care of it."
Hearing Skyler Jones say this, Christine Quinn finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay... I’ll get the wheelchair." She thought he wanted her to support him—god, she had really misunderstood.
Outside the bathroom door, Christine Quinn’s face was flushed red.
Although he rolled himself in, she was still a bit worried about his inconvenience, so she waited outside the bathroom.
"Christine."
The sudden voice startled her, "Ah?"
Turns out Skyler Jones had already finished in the bathroom and ca out.
"What are you doing here?"
"I... I was afraid it’d be inconvenient for you..."
Would she really dare co in if he were in trouble? Skyler Jones laughed mischievously to himself.
"Hey, what are you laughing at!"
"I’m laughing because your blushing face is so cute."
"I’m not blushing at all!"
With a smile, Skyler Jones rolled his wheelchair towards the bed.
Christine Quinn, utterly embarrassed, turned and walked into the bathroom. Seeing that the toilet was already flushed and there were no signs of missed drops, she scratched her head and couldn’t help but feel a deep respect for him.
He really has quite the accuracy; she thought he’d miss for sure... That certain part of a man, it really is quite amazing!
Christine Quinn walked to Skyler Jones and said, "I’ll help you onto the bed to rest now!"
"Mm."
Skyler Jones supported himself with the wheelchair, using arm strength, while Christine Quinn helped him gradually stand up.
However, nobody expected that because the wheelchair slipped, Skyler Jones’ body suddenly tilted to one side. Christine Quinn, fearing he would fall to the ground, hurriedly embraced him onto the bed...
As luck would have it, when they fell onto the bed, she nearly slipped off, but fortunately, he held her in ti.
When Christine Quinn finally sighed in relief, she realized she was not only on top of him, but her abdon was awkwardly pressed against his groin area.
This scene... definitely left much to the imagination.
"Sorry... I’m sorry if I’m crushing you..." Christine Quinn stamred out of embarrassnt.
"It’s alright, you’ve forgotten my legs are numb."
"Oh... then, let go!"
God knows how tightly he held her, surrounding her with his masculine scent.
Unexpectedly, in that mont, Skyler Jones used his strength to pull Christine Quinn closer to himself.
Christine Quinn froze for a second, "You..."
Skyler Jones’ deep eyes fixated on her without blinking, yet he didn’t speak.
"Let go, let go..." Feeling the heat rising from his body, she got embarrassed and annoyed.
Skyler Jones didn’t want to let go, asking in a slightly low tone, "Do you really hate it when I hold you?"
"Let go first, then we’ll talk!"
"I’m not letting go... I want to hold you like this all my life."
"Hey... I already said I’d take care of you."
"So, will you still want a divorce from ?"
"Isn’t it not finalized yet?"
"But you want to..."
"That was before, now that you’re not fully recovered... I won’t divorce you." Goodness, where did he put his hand—seed like it was on her hip.
This...
Christine Quinn was about to die of embarrassnt.
Skyler Jones maintained a serious deanor, "So, if my body recovers, you’ll still leave , right?"
"Let’s talk about this later, let go first..."
"If as soon as I recover you want to leave , then I’d rather be paralyzed for life."
"Don’t jinx it, you’re talking nonsense, you won’t be paralyzed for life..."
"Christine, I know being with like this is really unfair to you, but I really don’t want to let you go..."
His words, so deeply emotional, so moving, left her in a montary daze.
He slowly lifted his head, hands gripping her head...
Just as he was about to kiss her, she suddenly pushed him away and jumped off the bed.
He instinctively wanted to get up and pull her into his embrace for a good kiss, then sothing more...
Thankfully, his last bit of reason told him not to do sothing he’d regret.
You know, with her, he can’t rush things, or he’d surely scare her away...
After jumping off the bed, Christine Quinn put a solid three ters between them.
Watching a panting Christine Quinn from tension, Skyler Jones apologized, "Sorry, I just..."
"I hope there’s no next ti."
Turning around, Christine Quinn said nothing more and walked away.
Skyler Jones suddenly sat up on the bed, regretfully pounding the mattress.
Christine Quinn didn’t speak to Skyler Jones again until dinner ti.
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