Amelia dodged and said in disgust, "Don't get close to me! You smell of sweat. It's stinky!"
"Stinky? This is clearly the smell of a real man!" Patrick deliberately put his sweaty face close to her, and she got so flustered that she screamed. She could do nothing about it either.
"I just finished showering. Don't make me dirty!"
Patrick whistled and said, "No wonder Mrs. Hopper smells so good. It turns out it's because she had showered."
Amelia was still angry with him for going back on his words last night. Hearing this, she retorted, "Women still smell good even if we don't take a shower, you stinky man!"
"Alright then, I'll take a bath now and see if I can smell as fragrant as Mrs. Hopper. I don't want to be a stinky man."
Patrick enjoyed this moment of simple happiness in the occasional fun bicker with her.
"Go, go!" Amelia had long wanted to drive him away.
Seeing that she was so eager for him to leave, Patrick suddenly felt reluctant to let her escape from him like this.
He deliberately asked, "Isn't there my sweat on your neck?"
Amelia wiped her hand on her neck against her will, and indeed the few strands of wet hair were clinging to her neck. "Can you not say it out loud? It's disgusting..."
Patrick curled his lips and said, "It seems that you need to take a shower too."
Amelia's dazzling eyes widened. "And it's all because of you!"
He should have gone straight to the bathroom after coming back from his jog! Why did he have come close to her with his sweaty body? It was not as if she was a towel!
Patrick once again revealed a smirk that terrified Amelia. "Look, I need to take a shower, and you need to too. Why don't we have a shower together?"
Amelia replied right away, "No! There are so many bathrooms at home. You go back to your room and shower, and I'll go back to mine, okay?"
Patrick opposed, "That's a waste of water."
Amelia felt ridiculous by his remark and asked, "Is there a water shortage at home?"
Patrick replied, deadpanned, "There isn't, but we have the duty to avoid wasting water of our country."
If she continued to refuse, she would become a
criminal who wasted the country's resources, wouldn't she?
"By the way, your foot..." Patrick's attention shifted to Amelia's left foot as if he was in deep thought about something.
Amelia felt that the opportunity to reject had come. She pointed at her plastered foot and said to Patrick, "Oh yea, my leg is injured. I have to be very careful when showering. I'll take a shower myself so that you won't have to worry about my injury."
Patrick said sincerely, "Precisely because of your injured foot, and because you're clumsy, I can't rest assured. How about this? Until your foot recovers, I'll shower with you and help you lift your foot in case it gets infected by water."
Amelia fell silent.
Seeing that she was too maddened to speak, Patrick took advantage of her lack of response. "So, you agree? Come on, let your husband carry you upstairs."
At the same time, the doorbell rang twice at the door. Amelia, who was about to flee, said to Patrick in surprise, "My dear husband, there's a guest here. I'll go open the door. You can go ahead and take a shower yourself."
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