“If I died, wouldn’t Malcolm just step in and take my place?”
He had waited over ten years to finally have her. There was no way he’d let someone else take his spot so easily!
“Malcolm isn’t as despicable as you think!”
“Hmph.” Ulric snorted coldly, “I’m a man.”
And men understand what other men were thinking!
Rosalind didn’t like hearing anyone speak ill of Malcolm, so she quickly changed the subject. “Hurry up and take your bath.”
“There’s still the pants to take off.”
“You can handle that yourself!”
Ulric knew he couldn’t tease her any further today, or she might really run off! With one hand supporting Rosalind, he used the other to slide off his pants.
She kept her eyes tightly shut the entire time, refusing to look!
Fortunately, Ulric’s wound was on his upper body, so as long as they were careful to avoid it, there wouldn’t be any issues. Even the bandage stayed dry.
Since he couldn’t raise his arms too high, Rosalind had to wash his hair for him.
This was her first time taking care of someone like this, and she wasn’t very skilled. At one point, she even accidentally scratched his face with her nail, but that didn’t stop Ulric from being in a good mood.
As she dried his hair, she sighed, “You’re going to have scars on both the front and back now!”
With such a deep wound, there was no way it wouldn’t leave a mark.
“So I’ve been thinking about what to tattoo there. How about Floyd and Jake’s birthdays?”
Rosalind’s hand, holding the towel, paused. “No, don’t…”
“So only your marks are allowed?”
“That’s not what I meant!”
She just thought that tattoos would hurt, and that there was a risk of redness or even infection afterward. It wasn’t worth it.
“Floyd and Jake are my only children. I want to tattoo their birthdays and names.”
Rosalind sensed something off in his words. “Why only two children? You’re still young!”
“What I told you last time wasn’t just talk.” He was seriously considering getting a vasectomy.
If Rosalind was always going to overthink things, then he would do whatever it took to ease her insecurities.
“No!” Rosalind said urgently. “I don’t want you to go through with that surgery!”
“Why not?”
“Just no! There’s no reason to do something so permanent! You’re the CEO of W Group. Your family practically has a throne to inherit.”
Ulric’s dark eyes locked onto hers. “Then Floyd and Jake are enough. They’re my children.”
“Or do you want more?”
Rosalind furrowed her brows, knowing full well that this man always followed through on his words. If he really went and got a vasectomy, she’d feel terrible.
“You never know. What if I want more in the future?”
Ulric studied her carefully, trying to gauge whether she was serious. “Two isn’t enough?”
“With genes like yours, two isn’t enough.”
Ulric let out a soft sigh. “Rosalind, no matter how many children you have, I can afford to raise them, but I’m worried about your health.”
He knew how much having children took a toll on a woman’s body!
While new life was a blessing, Rosalind’s well-being would always come first.
“It’s not like we’re planning to have more right now.” Rosalind finished drying his hair and folded the towel. “Just don’t go through with the surgery, okay?”
Ulric nodded. “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”
Rosalind went to grab the hair dryer for him, just as his phone on the table rang.
She glanced down and saw it was Johnny.
She brought the phone to Ulric. “It’s Johnny.”
Ulric pressed the answer button, and Johnny’s voice came through, sounding sullen and downcast.
“Tilda has a boyfriend! She played me!”