Chapter 1076: Help Him Take a Shower

Little Bunny spent a long time bathing, scrubbing repeatedly to erase the traces Louie left on her body. Even without completing the final step, she felt disgusted. Finally, she emerged, wrapped in a bathrobe.

Theodore, in only boxer shorts, was tending his wounds with Samson's assistance. Samson carefully cleaned numerous small bumps covering Theodore's body. Fortunately, they were only superficial injuries; with the medication, they should heal quickly. However, to Little Bunny, Theodore looked gravely injured, in need of hospital care. She remained silent, sitting obediently on the sofa, awaiting the end of the treatment.

Suddenly, Theodore said, "Put on your clothes."

Startled, Little Bunny glanced down at her bathrobe. Aware of Theodore's presence, she'd carefully wrapped herself, concealing all but her neck and ankles. Yet, Theodore's command hung in the air. Samson's hands trembled slightly as he worked, relieved he hadn't looked up at Little Bunny. He feared Theodore's wrath. Years of working with Theodore had never prepared him for this irritability; Theodore's controlled anger was terrifying.

Samson continued his work diligently. Little Bunny quickly retrieved clothes from her luggage, returning to the bathroom. Theodore's orders were not to be questioned. Emerging in a modest home outfit, she resumed her seat, patiently waiting.

She sat for nearly two hours, silent and phone-less. Finally, Samson finished treating Theodore's wounds.

"Sir, I suggest you avoid showering; the wounds are exposed, some deep, and easily infected by water. Also, strenuous activity, such as sex…" Samson trailed off.

"I'll leave now," he said respectfully, departing.

Only Theodore and Little Bunny remained. Little Bunny's nervousness returned; being alone with Theodore instilled involuntary fear. His cruelty today would likely haunt her memory. She recalled a past incident—Theodore taking her out, leaving her to wait while he was with another woman—a memory etched into her mind.

Tense, she avoided eye contact, yet felt Theodore rise from the bed and approach. She bit her lip, only to see him enter the bathroom.

The shower started. Little Bunny was startled. Hadn't Samson warned against showering?

Impulsively, she followed him into the bathroom. The door remained open, revealing Theodore removing his shorts and stepping under the showerhead.

"Theodore," she said.

He frowned.

"Didn't Samson say you shouldn't bathe?"

The blood stains were obvious; denying him a shower would enrage him.

"Let me help you clean," Little Bunny offered. "I'll clean you; don't touch the water."

Theodore looked at her, surprised. Today's events had made him question the depth of her feelings, her willingness to sleep with another man instead of seeking his help. He couldn't articulate his emotions, but her concern was confusing.

"Forget it," he muttered to himself. He wasn't given to overthinking; he knew what he wanted.

"Come here," he said.

Little Bunny breathed deeply. She expected refusal, harshness, yet Theodore didn't yell.

She approached, resolved to rely on him, to do what she should, despite her reservations. After all, her actions partly contributed to his injuries.

Little Bunny turned off the shower, running the washstand faucet until the water was comfortably warm. She wet a clean towel and began gently wiping Theodore's body.

Blood and dirt stained his skin. Though promiscuous, he valued cleanliness.

Cleaning his face, she had to stand on tiptoe. Theodore noticed; in one swift movement, he lifted her onto the bathroom sink. Frightened, she stared at him; his strength was remarkable, recalling his confrontation with Louie.

Sitting on the sink, Theodore leaned down, allowing her easy access. His cheeks bore numerous wounds. She'd never observed him so closely, noticing subtle, faint scars barely visible up close.

She'd thought him a carefree playboy, now seeing his tougher side. She carefully wiped his face, avoiding his wounds.

Their eyes met.