Chapter 190
Seeing how Tyler was not moving, Vicky looked at him. âWhat is it?â âYouâre upset.â
She scowled. âAm I supposed to be happy about the fact that my husband is injured and bed-bound?â
âYou know thatâs not what Iâm referring to.â
âPeople donât always get what they want. Itâs fine.â She remained composed. âOpen up. My hand is
getting sore.â
He stared at her intently for a while before finally taking a sip.
After dinner, Vicky called the doctor over to ask about Tylerâs condition before relaxing.
Later during the night when Vicky was about to drift off to sleep, Tyler blurted out, saying, âI want to
take a shower.â
âNo way,â she rejected his request instantly. âYou canât come into contact with water.â
Not only was he forbidden to take a shower, but even getting out of bed would risk ripping his wounds
as well.
He scowled. âI canât sleep without taking a shower.â
He would always shower before sleep.
âIf you canât sleep, Iâll get the doctor to inject sleep-inducing medication into your veins.â
He looked at her. âI will want to shower anyway unless you keep me unconscious forever.â
Vicky fell silent. For a moment, she marveled at how demanding the man was.
After a while of silence, Vicky said, âIâll do you a better one: Iâll wipe your body with a wet towel for now.
You can shower when you get better, okay?â
He scowled thoughtfully before nodding reluctantly.
Vicky had no experience in taking care of others, so she was a stranger to tasks like feeding him or
wiping his body with a towel.
Concerned she would graze his wounds, she made sure to avoid his injuries. As she cleaned him, her
mind was taken back to the time she was admitted to the hospital.
Apart from the car accident, Tyler had been there to look after her every single time and though she
requested so at the very beginning, she could not deny the fact that he was really good at taking care
of others.
A thought naturally formed within her head. âHe canât be this good at taking care of others if he hadnât
done so in the past, right? If thatâs the case, who was he taking care of? Sheila?â
A week passed by within the blink of an eye, and soon, Tylerâs wounds had sealed. He no longer
needed to apply ointment on his wound and could occasionally get out of bed.
Naturally, he still could not shower as his wounds would be infected at any contact with water, and
Vicky refused to let him take such a risk, so she wiped his body clean every night.
Sheila came to visit every day, and since she never stayed for long, Vicky had no reason to chase her
out. She remained cold to Sheila and ignored her for the most part.
Sheila did not mind and came every day like clockwork.