There was no arguing about who is bathing first because Chelsea did enter the bathroom and had a warm bath. She was glad to have water touch her body after how many years of no bathing. The warm water flushed her body, she felt amazed at how Louis’s staff tried their best in making her comfortable, indeed, that was beautiful. After about forty-five minutes of trying and twisting, Chelsea crawled out of the bathroom feeling as fresh as a leaf when blossoming. Good enough for her, Louis wasn’t in the room, but she couldn’t help but notice the pair of clean clothes that lay on the bed. It consisted of a white shirt and pants. “Wow! did Louis actually make his female staff bring in linen for me?“ she asked lightly as she blew air from her tight lips. That was weird, but there was no talking about that, in fact, she managed to slip on her pants and then, the polo shirt that was left carefully folded by the bedside. When she was done dressing and had just taken up her please by the bed

The searing kiss against Chelsea McCain’s lips was unusual, she wanted more, needed the man whose whiff tickled her hairs, his playful touch. It was eccentric, she didn’t want this moment to stop, but then it had to. “Louis, stop,“ she whimpered straightening her spine. Louis had a square look, gaped but dare not utter a word. He looked like a stuffed pumpkin, overripe to the core but squishy all the same. His expression brought a witty smile to Chelsea’s parted lips. “Let me clear the table and return to sleep, I’m exhausted,“ she offered to start to rise. She had a grip on her crutches, it was quite weird, but she stopped when Louis got a hold of them. “Stop, I’ll handle this,“ he exclaimed. Raising a brow, Chelsea had a query look that explained a lot. “Let me...“ she started, but Louis’s grip was firm, yet, gentle. “I’ve got this, darling,“ he exhaled rushing to clear the table. He stuffed the plate in the dishwasher before heading to meet Chelsea, and in one swift moveme

Chelsea was happy that Louis had brought her crutches upstairs, especially after the hot sex they had during the night, she can’t help but blush when she thinks about it.“Are you alright?“ Louis asked as he walked behind her, but just enough to reach out in vase of anything. Chelsea nodded once. “Yes, I am, but I guess I am going to miss you while you are away,“ the young lady spat out. She wasn’t lying when she said that, in fact, she had a grave look and the young man comprehend it at once. “It’s okay, you know? whenever you need me or something, just call me, and I’ll be here huh?“ he said faintly. The young lady had her eyes on the stairs, it was quite awkward, but she was just being cautious so that she wouldn’t harm herself again. “Noted, in case I want anything, I’ll reach out to you,“ she said swiftly. There was an aching silence, no one dare utter a word but they both knew they wanted to talk, good enough they didn’t. Nurse Sophie was downstairs, she had her eyes star

It was at approximately three o’clock when a knock came in at the door and for the first time since the maids had left the house, Chelsea picked up her crutches and walked to the door. When she opened it, she was greeted by a delivery man, he had a bouquet of red and pink flowers. “Miss Chelsea? I have a delivery package for you,“ he said faintly, his tone professional, and had warm brown eyes. The gentleman was dressed in black denim pants, a white shirt, and a notepad and pen. “Here I am,“ Chelsea said sweetly as she signed the notepad and was handed the bouquet. “From Mr. Parker,“ the delivery boy said and walked away. Chelsea stood out the sun burning hot while she glanced at the flowers in her arms. Pushing it to her face, she smelled the sweet and curved fragrance that made her long for Louis so badly. As if having a magnetic sense, the phone at the rare end of the room started ringing. She managed between closing the door, holding the bouquet, and walking over to the ph

Chelsea had lost track of time by the time she had finished watching a random movie. She didn’t take note of the kind of movie she was watching, if it was romance or more just some random documentary, all that mattered to her is that she was watching the TV and the emission got finished. She had managed to get herself a box of tissues that were handy and with that, she had the immense pleasure to use them, crumpling them and throwing them on the floor. It had started like a joke with her just crying to seek for attention, but now, she noticed that she was fully back to her real self, she was really that sorrowful, her life was as deserted as she was right now and she hates herself for that main purpose. When she pushed the empty ice cream cup away from the table, she mistakenly knocked off the bowl of popcorn and the half empty pan came spilling on herself and also the floor. The couch had it, but she didn’t bother, one of them was going to do the cleaning by morning. Chelsea wasn’