Chapter 585


    Ariah felt her scalp tingle from being stared at by Jimmy, who had a faint smile on his lips. She


    asked, "W-What?"


    "Have you finished washing up?" He sat up from the bed.


    "Yes." Ariah nodded.


    "Ok. My turn," Jimmy said and got out of bed. Seeing her standing still, he raised his eyebrows.


    "Come here and give me a hand, will you?"


    Ariah had no choice but to go over and help him up.


    cing his hand on her shoulder, he leaned half of his weight onto her. Ariah helped him into the


    bathroom and then immediately turned to leave as she said, "Go wash up, I''ll go..."


    "Stop right there."


    "What is it?"


    Jimmy leaned against the washstand. "Come here."


    There he was with his antics again! Ariah red at him. "What do you want?"


    Jimmy saidzily, "Your husband''s hand is injured, and he can''t move half of his body. Don''t you


    think it''s insensitive of you to leave just like that?" "What do you want me to do then?"


    "Help me."


    "How?"


    The grin on Jimmy''s face grew bigger. He looked down and said, "Take off my pants. I need to take


    a leak."


    An awkward silence in the bathroom.


    He was such a shameless brute!


    Her eyes widened in shock.


    Jimmy''s arm was wrapped in gauze and hung beside his body like a stick as if it couldn''t move at


    all. "Didn''t you hear me? Come here and help me. Come on."


    Abruptly, Ariah came back to her senses. "Your other arm is okay. Why do you need my help?"


    "It''s inconvenient."


    Ariah felt speechless hearing that.


    "Hurry up, or I''ll pee in my pants." Jimmy frowned.


    With resignation, Ariah ran over in disgust to help him unbutton his pants. Skeptically, she asked,


    "You''re lying, right? Your left hand is always nimble. Why is it inconvenient now?"


    Ariah snorted once she was done, "Happy now? Hurry and finish your business. I''m heading out..."


    "Don''t go."


    "What now? Do you need apany to take a leak?"


    Dumbfounded, Ariah thought she must have misheard him.


    Jimmy grinned evilly. "I''m not used to it without you by my side..."


    Knowing that he said it on purpose, Ariah gave him a light p, her face as red as a tomato. "Just


    pee!"


    She ran out after pping him and quickly drank two sses of water to calm herself down.


    Suddenly, she remembered what the nurse had told her earlier about the visitors and quickly went


    to the door.


    The group of people outside the door had fruit baskets and flowers in their hands.


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    Director Sherlock was one among them. Seeing Ariahe out, he cleared his throat. "Hi, Ariah, is


    Jimmy awake?"


    Everyone sized her up, but she pretended not to notice their gazes and invited them in. "Director


    Sherlock, pleasee in and have a seat. Jimmy is up. He''s in the bathroom washing up."


    A band of people entered the ward, with fresh flowers and fruit baskets ced all over the floor.


    The sound of flowing water came from the bathroom. Director Sherlock frowned as he nced at


    the bathroom. "Doesn''t he have to keep his bandage dry? His shoulder is injured. It must be a


    hassle for him to wash his face and brush his teeth."


    "Well..."


    "Ariah, don''t worry about us. We''re not important. What''s important is Jimmy. Quick, go in and help


    him lest his wound opened again."


    "He can do it by myself..."


    "No, he can''t. Hurry and have a look. It''ll be troublesome his wound got torn apart and bleed again."


    "Yes, Director Sherlock is right. Go in and have a look."


    Meanwhile, the group of people standing by the side echoed and nodded repeatedly.


    Just like that, she was reluctantly turfed back into the bathroom, feeling that they made a big fuss


    about it.


    She knew Jimmy''s ability. He was strong and capable. How could he not be able to execute simple


    tasks like washing his face and brushing his teeth?


    "Hiss...


    As soon as she entered the bathroom, she heard the hissing sound and then saw bloodstain on


    Jimmy''s cheek, which startled her.


    "What are you doing?"


    She ran over and snatched the razor off his hand, huffing furiously, "What are you doing shaving?"


    "Why did youe in all of a sudden?" Jimmy red at her.


    "Director Sherlock asked me to!"


    "Why?"


    "He was worried that you couldn''t do this by yourself..." Ariah looked at the spot where he was


    bleeding and muttered, "Geez, I didn''t expect he''d be able to predict this so urately..."


    Jimmy sneered, "I wouldn''t cut myself if you hadn''t suddenlye in and startled me."


    Pouting, she decided to ignore his sarcastic remark.


    "Come here." Ariah pulled a towel and wet it with hot water.


    Jimmy raised his eyebrows. "Why?"


    "I''ll shave for you."


    Jimmy was pleasantly surprised. This was the first time that he had received this kind of treatment


    from her. She had never taken the initiative to shave for him before.


    The two of them stood facing each other. Ariah carefully shaved Jimmy''s beard while he lowered his


    head cooperatively. The bathroom was very quiet as neither of them spoke and only the sound of


    breathing could be heard.


    Ariah could clearly feel Jimmy''s heated gaze on her. She shot him a death re several times,


    signaling him to look away, but he only smirked and continued to stare at her with his dark eyes


    quietly.


    In the end, Ariah decided not to bother with his gaze.


    Though, her heart was pounding furiously and almost jumped out of her body.


    After shaving for him, she didn''t even dare to look him straight in the eye. "Clean yourself up quickly.


    They''re still waiting for you."


    Then she slipped out.


    She didn''t know how to deal with these officialdoms, so she quietly slipped out of the ward after


    exiting the bathroom, nning to let Jimmy handle them.


    At the cafeteria, she nned to eat breakfast and then bring some food back for Jimmy.


    As soon as she arrived at the cafeteria, she bumped into Howard.


    Howard raised an eyebrow and walked towards her. "Hey, what a coincidence." "Yeah right." Ariah


    rolled her eyes at him.


    "Jimmy was so unlucky that he married you. What are you always against me? You do it on


    purpose, don''t you?"


    "Oh, so you know."


    "You..." Howard took a deep breath. "Never mind. A gentleman doesn''t argue with women."


    Snorting, Ariah found an empty spot to sit down and orderedzily, "Get me some mashed


    potatoes."


    Howard rolled his eyes. "That''s all you eat?"


    "I''ll get more if I''m not full."


    He muttered to himself as he walked away. Not long after, he walked back with a food tray in his


    hand. "Eating mashed potatoes alone for breakfast is not healthy. Have some sd, eggs, and


    milk."


    ncing at him quietly, Ariah picked up the milk and started drinking it.


    Howard took a bite of his sandwich. "When will Jimmy be avable? I''ll visit him when his visitors


    are gone."


    "You know about it?"


    "How can I not know after such a hugemotion? Even the director was alerted, and the cars of


    the general directors and ministers came one after another today. They are all important officials. I


    bet the hospital wants to hire armed police to guard him."


    Ariah was taken aback. She had no idea that the men whom she opened the door for were so


    important.


    She thought that Director Sherlock was the only one with a high rank...


    "Jimmy was injured on duty. His superior would certainly send someone important to visit him. He


    must be busy today with countless visitors, so I won''t bother him. I''ll see him after he''s done


    meeting the higher-ups."


    Speaking of this, Howard took his phone out, typed a message, and sent it out.


    "Who did you send the message to?" Ariah nced at him and asked.


    "Stanley. Only a handful of people know about Jimmy''s injury since it has not been reported publicly


    yet. I''d better tell him now, or he''ll nag me."