Chapter 61
It turned out that Shawn was so obedient just now only because of this matter.
At this moment, Vanessa once felt that this was the most regretful thing she had done.
Even her fingers wrapped in thick gauze felt limp and numb. She thought she could dig a hole in the ground with her own hands and get there.
"The doctor said," Vanessa still didn't turn around but said in a weak voice, "I could take a shower alone."
"Really?"
Shawn stood up and looked at Vanessa with her arms around his chest. He said with a smile. "You need me to feed you when you eat and drink. You can't even tie your hair yourself. How can you take a shower alone?"
Vanessa didn't know whether Shawn was serious or just kidding her, so she tried to reason with him.
"My right hand will be fine as long as it doesn't touch the water. I have taken a shower this morning, so I just need a casual shower now."
"How can you do that?"
Shawn came over and asked, "Don't you need to take off your clothes or apply body wash?"
Vanessa was speechless.
The words "take off" and "apply" seemed no longer simple verbs when he said them in this circumstance.
"I've told you I don't need any help!"
Vanessa became a little angry from embarrassment. But Shawn didn't restrain himself at all. "Then you're really not neat and tidy."
"Yes, I'm not neat and tidy."
Vanessa immediately walked into the bathroom. Although she didn't look back, she felt that Shawn must be watching a good show, so she quickened her pace.
But Shawn stopped her again.
"Vanna, you really don't need my help? If you call me later, I won't be so patient. Don't go back on your words."
"I said I don't need your help!"
Vanessa felt her brain burning. She said firmly with her last sanity, "I will never go back on my word!"
She said resolutely.
Looking at her receding figure, Shawn returned to the living room with a smile.
Half an hour later, Shawn turned off the computer and was about to go back to his room to get his pajamas to wash up.
The bathroom was in his room.
When he passed the steaming bathroom, the door lock moved slightly.
He heard the footsteps and looked at the bathroom.
A few seconds later, the door opened a little, and a head popped out.
"Please help me."
Shawn was speechless.
Vanessa could take a shower by herself.
She planned to go to the barber shop tomorrow, so all she needed to do now was to tie her hair into a bun, put water in the bathtub, and lay down with her right arm raised.
Everything was perfect.
She even felt that her left hand had the infinite potential to be developed when she washed her underwear with one hand wrapped in a bath towel.
However, her idea was ruined in two minutes.
The pajamas she brought were light and smooth, outlining her body curve. After putting it on, she looked at herself in the mirror for a while and then looked down at her chest, which was perfectly outlined.
Without the bra, the shape of her breasts was obvious.
In the hot bathroom, Vanessa felt her cheeks burning.
Thinking that Shawn was outside, she even felt that wearing pajamas like this was no different from being naked.
But she couldn't wear a bra with only one hand.
She casually picked up a few sets of underwear and didn't think about it.
After a few minutes, Vanessa opened the door and stopped Shawn.
Outside the door, Shawn looked at her red face through the door and asked.
"What can I do for you?"
Vanessa's voice was as low as a mosquito's.
"Please help me button up my underwear."
"Pardon?"
Shawn didn't hear it clearly.
He narrowed his eyes and got closer, "What did you say?"
Vanessa wasn't sure whether he did it on purpose.
But what she had just considered had given her enough psychological construction.
It was not a big deal to button the bra!
She didn't ask him to jump up and do a dunk shot.
So Vanessa turned around. With her back to Shawn, he ordered arrogantly, "Help me buckle up my underwear. Hurry up. I'm sleepy!"
Shawn stared at her for a while before coming over.
In a few seconds, Vanessa's heart beat faster and faster.
Her limbs instantly became tense when the clothes on her back were gently lifted. She fixed her eyes on the blurry figure reflected by the wall in front of her without blinking.
Shawn lowered his head. His breath fell on the back of her neck.
He did it carefully. But when he saw her bare waist, his hand still couldn't help touching the skin on her back.
Every time he moved, Vanessa became more nervous.
However, Shawn remained silent all the time. After slowly buttoning her up, he helped her tidy her pajamas.
"All right."
Vanessa blinked in disbelief.
He was a gentleman now.
When she came back to her sense, Vanessa coughed.
What was going on?
Did she get PTSD because of what Shawn had done these days?
It was the real him now.
"What's wrong?"
Shawn's voice came from behind her, "Anything else?"
"No, thanks."
Vanessa picked up her clothes and ran to the bedroom.
Shawn kept staring at her. He smiled when she took out the jars and sat on the bedside table.
After finishing her skincare, Vanessa went to bed.
There was a faint and familiar scent on the bed, which belonged to Shawn.
Vanessa pulled up the quilt and covered half of her face. Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, she felt that the air around her was getting thinner and thinner.
She didn't resist sleeping on the same bed with Shawn, nor was she afraid.
Now that she had agreed to live in his house, she was mentally prepared.
But in the evening, she was still a little nervous.
Maybe it was because she was nervous that her senses became more sensitive. The pain in her finger wound came again.
She took a deep breath, turned back to the bathroom, and slowly closed her eyes.
After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
A few minutes later, the door was opened.
The room was carpeted, so footsteps could not be heard, but Vanessa could feel that Shawn was coming.
He approached step by step until the bed was slightly tilted.
Vanessa closed her eyes tightly, but her eyelashes were trembling.
Suddenly, she felt Shawn's breath approaching her ear.
He supported his upper body and looked down at Vanessa.
After a long time, he suddenly said, "Are you nervous, or do you feel the wound hurt?"
Vanessa was speechless.
He was right.
She was nervous and also felt the wound hurt.
"It hurts." Vanessa frowned and opened her eyes slowly, but still with her back to Shawn.
"It really hurts."
Shawn looked at her hand outside the quilt. There were light yellow marks on the gauze and a faint smell of plaster.
"Would you like to take painkillers?"
"I've taken it." Vanessa said, "But it still hurts."
"H'm."
Shawn smoothed her hair and said, "Let's go to sleep. It won't hurt if you fall asleep."
After saying that, he lay down, put his arm through her waist, and gently held her left hand in front of her lower abdomen.
A few minutes later, there was no sound from behind. Vanessa finally relaxed and fell asleep.
The moonlight on a spring night was like a veil, gently covering the night sky.
Shawn's breath was regular, and his body temperature was comfortable. Unconsciously, the corners of Vanessa's mouth curved up like the crescent moon outside the window.
However, this calmness only lasted for less than an hour.
Vanessa was half asleep. Subconsciously, she began to find a more comfortable and warm place.
Suddenly, Shawn opened his eyes.
It was so dark in front of him that he could only feel Vanessa turn around, slowly grabbing his waist with one hand and slowly getting into his arms.
But she didn't seem to find the most comfortable position. She twisted a few times with her chin constantly rubbed against his chest. Then she clung her whole body to him.
Shawn frowned in the dark. His breath was disturbed.
Vanessa, in his arms, was still restlessly adjusting her position.
In the extremely quiet night, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he could see clearly what was in front of him. At the same time, all his senses were magnified in the darkness.
All of a sudden, he held Vanessa's shoulders and turned over to face her.
After staring at her for a moment, he bent down without hesitation.
However, when their breaths intertwined, Shawn suddenly heard Vanessa groan in pain.
He stopped in an instant. Feeling that his arm squeezed her fingers, he raised his hand almost subconsciously.
After a moment of stalemate, Shawn took a deep breath and slowly lay down beside her.
He adjusted his breath on the bed for a while.
Vanessa didn't know how long it had passed, but she still felt the sting in her finger.
She opened her eyes in a daze and saw the dim light and the sound of water in the bathroom.
She tucked herself in and fell asleep again.
When she woke up in the morning, she subconsciously sat on the bed. However, when she exerted force, she immediately let out a slight cry of pain.
The room was empty, and only her own echo could be heard.
She was still in a daze. She looked around for a while and slowly realized that it was Shawn's home.
However, Shawn was not there.
Vanessa immediately got out of bed and checked the bathroom. No one was inside.
She went outside to call Shawn, but no one answered.
At this time, she looked up at the watch. It was already nine o'clock.
No wonder Shawn wasn't there. He must have been sitting in his office at this time.
Thinking of this, Vanessa felt much more relaxed. She swaggered back to the bedroom.
After lying on the bed, she took out her phone and found that Shawn didn't send her a message either.
Vanessa snorted, crossed her legs, and made a phone call.
After a few rings, Shawn picked up the phone.
"Are you awake?"
"Yes." Vanessa asked, "When did you leave?"
"Eight o'clock," said Shawn.
Vanessa pressed the switch of the curtain, and the sunshine poured in.
"So early. By the way, did you get up in the middle of the night to take a shower last night?"
Because of Shawn's relaxed tone, Vanessa thought he was not busy now and wanted to talk to him more.
However, the fact was that Barron and three secretaries were standing in front of Shawn.
"Did you?" Not hearing Shawn's answer, Vanessa asked again, "or was I dreaming?"
"You were dreaming," said Shawn.
Vanessa murmured, "You're right. Who would get up in the middle of the night to take a shower?"
"Well, I'll sleep a little longer. You can work now."
After hanging up the phone, Vanessa looked at the ceiling and began to laugh inexplicably.
But soon, she stopped.
She turned around and saw her figure reflected in the French window.
She had already slept on his bed.
But he didn't even kiss her?
Vanessa sat up slowly and touched her face.
Just then, Emily sent her a message.
Emily said, "Damn it. I finally got Cheryl Brown. I'll fly back tomorrow."
"H'm," replied Vanessa.
"Are you busy? If not, I'll go to your house tonight. We can make hotpot by ourselves," said Emily.
"I'm not busy, but I won't go home," Vanessa replied.
Emily, "?"
"I'm living in Shawn's house now," said Vanessa.
"Good. But you're growing fast. Are you taking maternity leave at the end of the year?" Emily asked.
Vanessa kept silent for a while and then typed with a frown, "We slept in the same bed last night."
"That's enough. I don't want to hear that. If you go on, I'll report you," said Emily.
"Then nothing happened," said Vanessa.
This time, it was Emily's turn to be silent.
After a while, she finally replied.
"A, you are too unattractive; B, Shawn is sexual dysfunction."
Vanessa said, "I don't think I'm not unattractive, so let's rule out this impossible option."
"So the answer is B," said Emily.