Chapter 1209:
After another list was provided, he added, “My stomach can’t handle spice. Something sweeter, perhaps?”
The waiter suggested a few more dishes.
Caden murmured distractedly, “Hmm, that sounds good.” The waiter, eager to please, suggested, “Would you like our best-selling set meal?”
Caden responded, nodding toward Alicia, “No, just bring me the same as her.”
The waiter was momentarily puzzled.
Gemma had been bathing daily, but she postponed it for two days following her surgery. Unable to bear it any longer today, she asked Pierre to purchase some undergarments and assist her with a warm water wash. Though Pierre had been caring for her for some time, this was his first experience assisting her with bathing.
Gemma was unable to move, and Pierre took great care, being as gentle as he could to avoid causing any harm to her wounds.
“Miss Hampton, where would you like me to begin?” Pierre asked respectfully.
Gemma felt a flush of embarrassment. “Start with the lower half, please.”
Lately, she had been unable to leave her bed for bathroom stops, and she felt that Pierre’s previous attempts at cleaning had left something to be desired.
As Pierre removed her pants, her slender legs were exposed. He glanced at them briefly, his brow furrowing. Misinterpreting his reaction, Gemma’s temper flared. “What? You don’t want to help?”
Pierre noticed her irritation and quickly reassured her. “No, that’s not the issue.”
It had only been two days since she had been confined to bed, but she already seemed thinner. He could now easily wrap one hand around her thigh.
Determined, Pierre carefully washed her with warm water, making sure to be thorough. He had chosen white cotton underwear for her, which he had washed and dried himself, preparing them for her to wear.
The new underwear was plain, a stark contrast to the ones Gemma had removed, which were adorned with pink bows.
She murmured, “No sense of style.”
Pierre responded, “I wasn’t sure what to pick, and I thought cotton would be comfortable.”
Then, his gaze lingered on her upper body. “Shall I wash there too?”
Gemma nodded. Their previous intimacy made this less awkward for her, but as Pierre began washing her, a troubling memory surfaced. “Do you think my chest looks bad?”noveldrama
Pierre examined her carefully for a moment. “It looks fine,” he said, his tone neutral, as though simply stating a fact.
Gemma continued, “Really? I thought the doctor was harsh because of how my chest looked.”
“Did he see it?” Pierre asked almost reflexively.
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