Female Novel
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.novelbin
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.