Chapter 1623 Helping You Take A Bath

Chapter 1623 Helping You Take a Bath

Rose Court Apartment.

After staying in the hospital for another night, Joyce handled Luther's

discharge procedures.

She took Anderson back to Rose Court Apartment.

This was the first time Anderson had returned to Rose Court Apartment

since he was kidnapped.

The familiar feeling of home, strangely felt a little strange, cold and

empty.

Anderson had dreamed of returning here countless times during the

days when he didn't see his parents, but every time he woke up, he

was disappointed.

He slowly walked into the house, looking around, and it took some time

for him to find the familiar feeling of the past.

Ivy came out of the kitchen and saw Anderson come back. The elderly

woman couldn't help but shed tears, "Oh my, my little ancestor, you're

back. I almost died of missing you."

Ivy wiped away her tears, "Mr. Warner, Master Knowles, you're finally

back." During this time, she had almost been guarding the empty house

alone, so lonely.

Joyce smiled faintly.

"Mr. Warner, are you okay?" Ivy asked concerned when she saw

Luther's face slightly pale.

Luther shook his head, "No."

“Ivy, he had surgery and needs blood transfusions and nutritional

supplements. His diet needs extra attention during this time," Joyce

took out a list of post-discharge diet precautions issued by the hospital

from her bag and handed it to Ivy, "Just follow the menu above for

nutritional balance every day.”

Luther glanced at Joyce dissatisfiedly.

He didn't need special care, obviously the one who needed special

care was her.

"Ivy, she's pregnant with twins. From today on, her diet needs extra

attention. Light and less oily, more variety and less quantity. Don't worry

about me, whatever you do according to her diet standards, I'm fine."

"Miss Knowles, you're pregnant with twins? Congratulations!" Ivy was

overjoyed. Her job was simply stable. With two more children, she

would be too busy.

Joyce smiled embarrassedly. She didn't intend to announce it so soon.

"Don't worry, Mr. Warner and Miss Knowles, I will find a way to take into

account both of your diets,” Ivy said with emotion when she saw them

caring for each other and putting the other first.

"Um." Luther nodded slightly.

"Andres, you wait, today I will cook all your favorite dishes for you," Ivy

squatted down in front of Anderson with a smile that stretched to the

corners of her eyes.

"Great." Anderson giggled, "I haven't eaten Auntie's cooking for a long

time. I want to eat Auntie's crystal shrimp dumplings and beef fried

noodles.”

"Um, I'll go make you dessert now." Ivy choked up and excited, wiping

her hands on her apron, and then hurried into the kitchen to make

delicious food for him.

Anderson walked over to the sofa, lay down on the sofa, and took a

long breath.

"Wow, home is still the most comfortable!"

After sleeping in a safe house for one day and in a hospital ward for

two days, home was indeed the most comfortable. He sighed with

satisfaction.

Joyce was also emotional. Not long ago, she didn't even dare to go

home.

The empty house, without Anderson, seemed to lack everything.

The terrifying silence made her inner fear spread more.

Fortunately, Anderson finally came back.

After dinner.

Ivy, who had been busy all day, got off work and went home.

Anderson had been tossing around outside for the past few days. After

dinner, he took a bath early and slept.

Joyce coaxed him for a while beside him, and seeing that he fell asleep

quickly, she gently rubbed his back.

The small, soft body, curled up in the quilt, made people feel extremely

distressed.

Thinking that he had once endured unknown fear, torture of

imprisonment, and separation from his parents alone at a young age,

how strong he must have been to survive. Thinking of this, Joyce

couldn't help but feel tears welling up.

She gently leaned over and kissed Anderson on the forehead.

The door was pushed open and Luther walked in. He sat down next to

Anderson and looked down at Anderson's sleeping face. He couldn't

help but reach out and caress Anderson's cheek.

Family reunion, long-awaited warmth.

"Come out with me for a while." Luther turned off the small night light to

make Anderson sleep more comfortably.

A faint light leaked out through the door crack. Joyce got up and

followed Luther out to the door.

Luther closed the door.

"What's the matter?" Joyce asked.

"Help me take a bath.” A hint of evil smile appeared at the corner of

Luther's thin lips.

Joyce was stunned.

"Help you take a bath??" She didn't hear it wrong.

"Yes, the wound on my abdomen is still stitched, and it's inconvenient

to take a bath. Help me wash." Luther put his arm around her waist and

pulled her into the bathroom.

“You took a bath by yourself in the hospital, how come you can't wash

when you go home?" Joyce rolled her eyes. He did it on purpose, didn't

he.

"I just barely washed in the hospital. Besides, the hospital bathroom

has special stools and handrails, and the faucets are also specially

made for patients. There is no such configuration at home."

As he spoke, he took off his shirt in front of her, revealing his strong

chest.

Too close, hard on the eyes. Joyce blushed and couldn't help but look

away.

Luther forcibly turned her chin to look at him, "Haven't you gotten used

to it after looking for so long?"

Joyce was forced to stare at his chest. Her heartbeat speeded up

involuntarily and her breathing became rapid.

"Cough cough cough.” She coughed lightly uncomfortably, wanting to

escape very much, "Since you can barely wash in the hospital, wash

yourself at home too. I'm leaving."

"No." He clasped her waist, "I'm obsessive-compulsive. I can't stand it.

Help me."

As he spoke, he grabbed her hand and pressed it on his soft belt, "Help

me take off my pants. Help me take a bath.”

Joyce's mind buzzed, and she obediently listened to his instructions

and helped him take off his clothes.

But he stood naked in front of her, and her ears were almost burning.

The light in the bathroom was extraordinarily scorching, illuminating

everything without escape.

She opened the faucet and warm water sprayed out.

She tried her best not to look at things she shouldn't see and not to

touch places she shouldn't touch.

Help him clean his body.

Luther looked at her amusedly. She was almost a mother of several

children, but still so shy. Would she remain so shy for a lifetime?

He suddenly grabbed the faucet and turned the faucet to spray warm

water directly at Joyce. Soaking her from head to toe.

"Ah." Joyce almost screamed, "What are you doing!"

"Take it off too, let's wash together." Luther smiled evilly, deliberately

using the faucet to soak her long hair, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Joyce wiped away the drops of water flowing down her face and looked

up angrily, glaring at him bitterly.