“How about I do it instead?” Maggie suggested.


    “It’s fine; this is my job,” Shari replied, continuing to unbutton the patient gown.


    Noticing Maggie’s visible difort, Sanford intervened.


    “Shari, you can go back.


    My girlfriend will take care of me.”


    At his words, Shari didn’t press further.


    “Alright.


    I’ll leave, thene back early tomorrow,” she acquiesced gracefully.


    She stood up and reached for some bottles of medicine from the drawer.


    “Miss Shear, these bottles contain the medicine Mr.


    Robles needs to take.


    Let me exin: this bottle is to be taken three times a day, two pills each time.


    This bottle…”


    Maggie listened carefully and thanked Shari after she finished speaking.


    “Got it.


    Thank you.”


    “You’re wee.


    I’ll leave now.”


    “Alright.”


    After Shari departed, Maggie settled herself by the bedside, continuing to unbutton the remaining fastenings of Sanford’s patient gown before beginning to meticulously cleanse his body.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    Her small face was a portrait of gentleness and calm, her motions deliberate and focused as she tended to him.


    Sanford, contemting his predicament, sighed deeply.


    Maggie paused, her expression tightening.


    “What’s wrong? Does the wound hurt?”


    Sanford shook his head.


    “No.”


    “Then why the sigh?” she pressed.


    He hesitated, his voice tinged with regret.


    “I am supposed to enjoy some intimate moments with you tonight, but now…”


    Maggie was momentarily taken aback, then she cooed, “When you get better, we’ll have plenty of time to share some intimacy, okay?”


    Sanford studied her earnest face.


    “What if I never get better?”


    “That won’t happen.”


    “What if it does?”


    Maggie bit her lip as she met his gaze, a blush creeping across her cheeks.


    “Though your legs are injured, there are other ways we can still enjoy our intimate moments.”