“Help me up.”
“…” She thought he was capable of getting up on his own.
Amelia Bright tangled for a moment and honestly walked over to help him up from the floor.
It was only then that she realized that Farren Austin was really tall, not visible from his wheelchair, but now that he was about 6’5″ on top of her, it was really heavy.
She gasped and helped him back into the wheelchair.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to sleep.” She yawned, really sleepy, she had been having nightmares for the past few days.
This was said with no heart and soul, hearing Farren Austin’s brow quickly furrowed in a way that could have wrung a fly.
“It’s late, I need to take a shower.” The tone was almost commanding, the voice several degrees colder again.
Amelia Bright’s footsteps braked in time.
“… shower?” She felt her mind was in a tizzy.
He didn’t mean that he was asking her to help him take a shower, did he?
So bad? Just now that young and beautiful woman helped him he did not want, and now she came across such an errand as soon as she came in?
“Yeah.” Farren Austin’s remaining patience was gone and he slid his wheelchair in the direction of the bathroom, “Come here!”
Again, the commanding tone.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh, could she refuse? What kind of bath is he going to take in the middle of the night?
But the disabled young man left here alone, as if it is not good, after all, is disabled ah!
It’s just a matter of resignation.
It was only after a long time that Amelia Bright moved her feet with difficulty.
It was the first time she had ever served someone in a bath. When she was the daughter of the Chambers family, she had always been served by a maid and a nanny.
She followed the same steps as before, filling the tub with water.
Farren Austin sat in his wheelchair, staring at her with rapt attention.
In the faint LED light of the wall, Amelia Bright’s face was exquisitely small, revealing a large portion of her collarbone as she bent over, and she tested her hand inside the tub again to adjust the temperature of the water.
“Okay, it’s ready, come and wash.” She turned around and blurted out this sentence.
But after saying this she wanted to bite her tongue, he was a disabled person, but she had to help him undress to do so?
Sure enough, Farren Austin’s face instantly darkened.
The atmosphere in the bathroom became abnormally stifling.
Amelia Bright looked at him and pointed to herself, “That … dress … I help you take off?”
Farren Austin did not answer her question, just eyes dead on her, staring at her creepy.
Okay, convinced.
Once again, she helped him up, very strained look, the body wobbly can not stand.
Amelia Bright held him with one hand and took his shirt off with the other, gritting her teeth, “You’re too heavy too! Who helped you with the bath before?”
She continued, “If I have to help you in the shower from now on, then I’ll have to get a cane or …”
Suddenly, it was as if ice had formed within the air.
Before she could spit out the last word, she was vigorously pushed away by Farren Austin.
She stumbled, stepped on the overflowing water, and pounced on Farren Austin, who had just stepped into the tub.
The two of them went into the full bathtub in unison, splashing water everywhere.
She was instantly drenched, her white shirt clinging to her body, but to her utter embarrassment, her hands, it seems, were grasping where they shouldn’t be …