Chapter 676
In the bathroomâ¦
Tyler had just taken off his shirt when someone kicked open the bathroom door with a loud slam.
Bang!
He was startled as he looked at the door.
A thin young lady was standing at the door and looking at him angrily. âMister Hart.â Her voice sounded
cold. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
A young lady, barging into a bathroom where a man was insideâ¦and there was no shyness on her
face as she even gazed at his body.
Tyler was a man, and he was embarrassed to have someone staring at him in such a manner. Despite
that, he remained calm and indifferent.
He also did not reach for his shirt to cover his body and remained where he was as he replied faintly,
âTaking a shower.â
Anger thrummed in Vickyâs veins. âDid you forget Doctor Charlie said youâre in no condition to take a
shower?â
âBut I want to take my shower.â
âYouâre going to have another fever!â hissed Vicky.
âNot if I blow-dry my hair.â
Vicky was stunned for a few seconds. She asked, âSo the reason you had a fever that day was
because you had a shower, and you didnât blow dry your hair after you wash your hair?â
âMaybe.â
Vickyâs anger spiked. âMister Hart, do you want to get better and leave the hospital?â
âI will be more careful this time.â
âWhat if youâre down with another fever?â argued Vicky.
âI wont.â
âNo one can guarantee that wonât happen,â Vicky tried to persuade him. âMister Hart, you donât have to
think about leaving this hospital again this month if you have another fever.â
Tyler stayed silent before saying, âEven if Iâll get a fever, I still want to take my shower.â
âWhy?â
âI feel very uncomfortable.â
âCanât you endure it for just another few days?â pleaded Vicky.
âNo.â
Vicky was speechless.
During these past few days, Vicky noticed Tyler had serious cleanliness issues. It was even more
torturous than killing him if he had to stay in a dirty place or refuse to let him have his shower, even if it
meant he could be down with another fever.
âDo you really have to take that shower?â Vicky asked.
âYes.â
Vicky stayed still as she glared at him. âIâm going to stand here and watch you take your shower in
case anything happens to you and you pass out during your shower.â
Tylerâs eyelashes fluttered as his deep blue eyes fixated on Vicky. His eyes were as blue and deep as
the ocean.
Vicky felt like his eyes were luring and sucking her soul in as she made eye contact with him. She took
a deep breath, and her eyes were wavering.
She did not avoid his gaze and stood her ground, clearly stating she would not back down. Although
she did not exclusively express herself, both of them knew Vicky did not agree to let him take his
shower.
That was why she insisted on staying in the bathroom with the ulterior motive to talk him out and let him
change his mind.
No normal person could take his shower when someone else was in the bathroom with him, glaring at
him. Thus, Vicky was taking a gamble on her chances.
However, Vicky underestimated Tylerâs ability to cope and his determination to take a shower.
He glanced at Vicky faintly and started to take off his pants.
Vicky was dumbstruck, in sheer disbelief that Tyler could actually act like she was not there.
Her heart pounded heavily, her fingers curled tightly, and her cheeks were burning hot.
She kept telling herself not to be afraid and convinced herself that Tyler was too shy to take a shower
when she was there.
While she was consoling herself, Tyler actually did take off his pants.
Luckily, he had his underwear on and did not expose his lower half entirely.