Chapter 153
Before the nurse could finish, there was a loud crash.
It was Lizetta, acting on a sudden impulse, who knocked the cup to the floor, where it broke into pieces.
Propping herself up with one hand on the nightstand, while still half sprawled on the bed, he frowned and bent over to help her.
“Tell me if you need water, what are you messing around for, or is it that you don’t want to bother me now?”
Lizetta’s face was a picture of panic, like a kid who had done something wrong.
“I didn’t realize I was so weak”
Remington’s anger melted away on the spot, and he helped her lie back down.
She’s sick after all, what was there to make a fuss about?
He rubbed her head in a resigned gesture, feeling her feverish face, and asked with a frown, “Why aren’t your using any antipyretic injections?”
With that distraction, the nurse had already left the room.
Cedric came over to clean up the broken pieces, Lizetta explained, “The fever wasn’t this bad when the doctor checked earlier. It’s better to take less fever medicine if possible, I can take some later if the fever doesn’t go down.”
Lizetta fidgeted with her fingers under the covers, afraid Remington might get suspicious.
But the man didn’t seem to overthink it. He fetched some cold water, wrung out a towel, and started wiping her face and neck, then moved to loosen her collar.
Lizetta was a bit embarrassed and grabbed his hand.
“I can do it myself.”
Remington looked at her with his calm eyes, “Are you still being coy at a time like this?”
Lizetta felt a bit helpless, “We’re about to get divorced.”
“Don’t talk about divorce. Even if we were divorced, I’m still your brother. I took care of you when we were
kids, didn’t 17”
He forcefully pulled away her hand and started unbuttoning her shirt.
Lizetta wanted to say that was then, how could it be the same now?
After they got married, he hadn’t taken care of her like this, so feeling uncomfortable was natural.
But she knew that even if she spoke up, Remington wouldn’t back down.
She just didn’t get it, why, when they had decided to split, was he suddenly so caring and attentive?
Was it because, in his heart, he had already ended their marriage and reverted to seeing her as his little sister again?
That wouldn’t be so bad, Lizetta thought.
Remington wiped under her arms and chest, even went to the lengths of wiping down to her thighs. He tirelessly changed the water several times.
Lizetta couldn’t send him away, she was worried that her temperature wouldn’t drop and that she wouldn’t be able to take the antipyretics.
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Chapter 153
Fortunately, an hour later, her temperature came down, thanks to Remington making her drink several glasses of water, along with the IV
She needed to use the restroom.
By the time Lizetta anxiously checked the IV bottle for the third time. Remington suddenly flipped her
covers off
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you to the restroom.”
Lizetta bit her lip. “How did you know?”
She had planned to hold it until the IV was done, but only a third of it had gone through
She was too embarrassed to ask Remington for help, yet he had figured it out anyway
The man chuckled, “You’ve only got one bladder, take care of it
Remington, carrying the IV bottle, helped Lizetta into the bathroom, then faced an awkward moment.
“Turn around”
Remington complied and turned away
Lizetta was wearing pajamas, which were easy enough to slip out of
She steeled herself and squatted, but nothing happened for a while, and she couldn’t force it
Even though they had been mamed for two years, they hadn’t really lived together, and doing her business in front of him, especially when they were about to divorce
As Lizetta was stuck between a rock and a hard place, Remington said.
“Lizetta, if you keep dwelling. I’ll have to treat you like I’m helping a baby pee”
Probably frightened by the imagery he invoked, Lizetta finally managed to go.
The sound was a bit loud, and she instantly covered her face
