NovelsBestChapter 914 Hurry Up and ComfortBefore Paul could get up to find Selena, Alex chimed in, "How about I feed you?" "Get lost," Raymond snapped, looking like he'd just bitten into something sour.
Alex shrugged, checked his watch, and realized he had other stuff to do. "Alright, I'll catch you tomorrow." Once Alex left, Paul stood up too. "I need to check on things. I'll get someone to cfeed you." "No need," Raymond grumbled, not wanting anyone to see him like this.
Paul just nodded and walked to the next room.
Selena could've been discharged this morning, but for sreason, she hadn't finished the paperwork.
Paul knocked on her door. "Raymond's awake. Go take care of him." He left before Selena could even react. Selena slowly got out of bed and headed to Raymond's room.
She paused for a moment, then knocked politely.
Raymond, thinking Paul had sent a nurse, was already in a foul mood. He frowned even more and tried to pick up the spoon again. "Get lost." But then he saw Selena standing there.
Hearing his "get lost," she hesitated, wondering if she should just leave.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Get over here, what are you standing there for?" Raymond said, letting the spoon drop back into the bowl. "I have no strength." Selena knew she owed him, so she walked in and closed the door behind her.
His anger simmered down a bit, but he still felt annoyed. "You only cnow? Why not wait until I'm dead?" Selena walked to the bedside, took the spoon, stirred the porridge, added sside dishes, and brought it to his mouth. "Mr... Raymond." She had meant to say Mr. Montague but ended up using his first name.
Raymond snorted, "What's the matter, tongue-tied?" Selena didn't respond. Seeing him eat, she sighed in relief and scooped another spoonful.
Raymond felt pretty good being taken care of and glanced at her face. Why did he like it so much? "Do you want ssoup?" Selena asked, using a small spoon to blow on it gently before bringing it to his mouth. Raymond took a sip and then asked, "I heard you haven't visitedfor over half a month?" Selena lowered her gaze and quietly stirred the soup in the bowl. Her silence was an admission.
Raymond was furious, wanting to knock over the soup and dishes.
But he had no strength, so he just leaned back on the bed.
"I'm full. Getshot water; I want to take a bath," Raymond said.
Selena put away the small table on the bed and helped him get out of bed.
He was staying in a VIP ward with a private bathroom and kitchen, all specially renovated to meet his cleanliness standards.
Selena filled the bathtub with hot water, but Raymond's injuries were too severe for a soak. She had to settle for wiping him down with a towel.
To make things easier, Selena brought in a reclining chair. "Sit down, I'll wipe you. Your wounds can't get wet." Raymond felt a bit more comfortable and stretched out his legs, ready to be pampered.
Selena didn't argue, knowing he was still fuming.
Raymond was the type to wear his anger on his sleeve, practically screaming, "Hurry up and comfort me." So she didn't fuss, unbuttoned his hospital gown, and her fingers trembled when she saw the gunshot wound.
It was so close to his heart. If it had been a bit off, he would've been a goner.
She remembered holding him that day, her hands covered in his blood, him leaning weakly against her, silent. Selena took a deep breath to steady her trembling fingers and removed his hospital gown.
She wet the towel and began to wipe his body.
Raymond, with his cleanliness obsession, couldn't stand being dirty, so he frowned when she only used a towel. "Use ssoap." Selena said, "There are too many wounds; it's not possible right now." Raymond closed his eyes. "Figure it out. I want soap." Selena gritted her teeth, thinking Steve was right about him being pretentious and picky.
She cast her eyes down and used soap in a small area.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRaymond's expression finally relaxed.
Just washing his upper body took an hour.
When Selena went to take off his pants, she couldn't help but avoid looking.
There were no wounds on his lower body, so she quickly used the m showerhead, applied soap, and rinsed it off.
Raymond was displeased, his face m darkening. "Selena, you're really halfrassing this."
Selena applied soap to every inch of his lower body, worried he might get the wrong idea, so she changed the subject, "That day we were swept away by the flood, did you wake up later and treat my foot injury?" Raymond's fingers curled. He didn't want to recall such a desperate and miserable time. "No, I passed out too." Selena didn't say anything, quietly rinsing him with clean water.
"Stand up, I'll dry you with a towel," she said.
Raymond stood up, and Selena crouched to dry him.
But as she was drying, she felt something pressing against her forehead.
She was so scared her hands trembled. "Raymond!" She almost wanted to throw the towel at his head.
Raymond looked down innocently. "What does it have to do with me? It just happened." Besides, was it not allowed to have a reaction?
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