Chapter: 757

She certainly hadn't let it slip her mind. He was a notorious clean freak; the mere thought of skipping a daily shower would make him lose his mind.

Jonathan seized her wrist, his voice unwavering. "Forget about that. Go get the bath ready for me."

"You mean to bathe? But Dr. Shaw mentioned..."

“She only said no showers, but I'll just clean the parts below my wound."

Bethany's brow furrowed. "I should check with her first."

"I've already said it's fine." Jonathan's tone hardened.

His insistence stemmed from an unbearable feeling of stickiness on his skin, coupled with a reluctance to have Bethany help him clean up.

He would prefer his wound to reopen than endure that.

The pain was tolerable to him.

Bethany understood from his firm stance that he had made up his mind.

These past few days in Wesden had softened her. Jonathan's approachability had made her forget his formidable reputation in the business world. Once he made a decision, it was final.

“Fine, but please be cautious," Bethany conceded.

“It'll be alright if you join me."

Bethany paused, shocked. "You mean, you're bathing, and I should come in with you?"

"Have you not seen everything there is to see already?" Jonathan challenged, his gaze piercing.

A flush crept up Bethany's cheeks as she countered, "That's not by choice! You made me look!"

Every time Bethany tried to close her eyes during their intimate moments, Jonathan would push harder, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him.

This provoked Bethany to the point of biting him hard in frustration, yet he only laughed off the pain as if it were a tickle.

With a glare, Bethany retreated to the bathroom to draw a bath.

Aware of Jonathan's germaphobia, she meticulously scrubbed the bathtub before turning on the faucet.

Just as she was about to finish, she felt an unexpected embrace from behind.

Caught off guard, she spun around with a resigned expression.

"What are you doing?"

"Could you help me with my clothes?"