Wait for what?

After thinking for a while, she realized he wanted to wait for her to finish taking a shower, so she could help him take a bath.

These past few days, Jarrod was bedridden, so Nicole personally attended to his hygiene. In exchange, she was free to go out. But she must return at night to help him with his personal needs.

Each time, Nicole complied through clenched teeth. Luckily for her, Jarrod's injuries were still healing, preventing him from any sudden movements, leaving him to lie there passively.

Even if Jarrod erected, Nicole managed to maintain a calm composure and unwavering eyes. That was because she imagined him as one of the cadavers used by her professor in her anatomy class in college. It was just that those cadavers were respected. But Jarrod was a dark and decaying cadaver.

Since Nicole knew what he was waiting for, she said impatiently, “Alright. Get out now."

Jarrod nodded and wheeled his wheelchair toward the door. Before going out, he said, “By the way, the doctor said I can bathe in the bathtub. Help me fill it later."

Nicole was rendered speechless. So, that was it. No wonder his mood was unusually good today.

Nicole was so annoyed that she lost the desire to take a shower.

Since she couldn't open the zipper, she tore it off forcefully. Her good mood was ruined by Jarrod's words.

She quickly rinsed her body and changed. Then, she stormed to Jarrod's room without even drying her hair. Whether she liked it or not, she had to bathe him, anyway.

Since Jarrod could now bathe in the bathtub, it meant his body had almost recovered. If that was the case, she must endure. She couldn't falter at the last step.

Nicole pushed the door open and walked in. Jarrod was on the bed, reading a financial magazine. She went directly to the bathroom to fill the bathtub.

The bathtub was large, and it had six faucets discharging water at the same time. In ten minutes, the bathtub was filled with enough water.

Nicole turned around and was about to call Jarrod when she bumped into his wheelchair. She was startled, not knowing that he had already silently wheeled behind her like a ghost.

Nicole clutched her chest in fright and exclaimed.

When Jarrod saw her reaction, he only commented dryly, “Absent-minded."

Nicole stared at him as if scrutinizing him. Did he know something, or was he just making a casual remark?

Every time Nicole was near Jarrod, she felt like she was a radar, constantly alert to his presence. She was filled with nothing but suspicions. It was a sad reality.

Sometimes, she really didn't understand him. She knew Jarrod suspected her motives. But despite this, he still wanted to be with her. It was as if he was keeping a traitor by his side. Was it simply an illness?