Chapter: 738

"Oh! Well... He shouldn't shower for a while yet. It's best to keep cleaning his body with wipes," Samira responded, then paused, her expression changing slightly. “I recall Jonathan mentioning he's quite particular about cleanliness. Does he not let you assist him?"

“Yes, he does." Bethany knew Jonathan's particularities about cleanliness, but he had never objected to her assistance. “He just prefers showering on his own. It's more comfortable for him."

Samira's lips twitched into a wry smile, as she recalled how Jonathan acted as if contact with any other woman would be his undoing.

"It seems he only plays the neat freak with others."

Noticing a slight frown forming on Samira's face, Bethany hurried to clarify, “Did he do something to offend you? Please don't hold it against him. I assure you, he really is a neat freak!"

Bethany understood Jonathan well. She had witnessed his cold demeanor towards others firsthand when his sobriety was intact.

"No, no, don't misunderstand!" Samira quickly waved a_ hand dismissively. "This is the first time I've seen someone so fixated on cleanliness. I offered to help him outside the ward that day, but despite his pain, he preferred to walk by himself."

Bethany wasn't surprised. That was typical of Jonathan.

“He's always been incredibly stubborn," she confirmed.

Samira's smile broadened. "You might be the only person brave enough to say that about the CEO of Bates Group."

Bethany just pursed her lips, unimpressed. She didn't see it as something to boast about.

After all, she was just a simple country girl. What did she have to brag about?

Back in the ward, Bethany checked her phone again, but still, there was no response from Aimee.

It seemed she was pulling another all-nighter.

Guilt washed over Bethany. She hated the thought that she might be causing Aimee to worry.

"What did the doctor say?"

When Bethany was away, Jonathan turned on his computer to deal with his work. Otherwise, Bethany would fuss about it.

“Don't hurry to shower. I'll clean your body with a towel later,"

Bethany offered.

Jonathan glanced up, his expression unreadable. He pressed his lips together, choosing to remain silent.

"What's wrong? You don't like that idea?" Bethany asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "Or would you prefer I find some other pretty girl to help?"

Jonathan's expression grew grave, his handsome features shadowed by seriousness. “I don't appreciate that kind of humor."

"I was only joking. I know you wouldn't really do that." Bethany turned away to grab a towel for him. When she returned, she realized Jonathan was genuinely reluctant to let her help him. “What's the matter?"

“I'm not feeling well."