Falling For My "Disabled" Wife novel Chapter 7

Even though they had known each other for a day, Roger was considerate toward her. He was indeed a responsible and good man.

Sophie sighed in relief. She took off her wet tank dress and took a relaxing bath. It was the first time in many years that Sophie had bathed herself. During her time with the Bourn family, servants kept an eye on her every day, no matter what she did.

Her rehabilitation time was too short. Otherwise, Sophie might have already recovered rather than needing to rely on the wall for support as she did now. However, it was also good. Sophie had just married into the Nicholls family. If she suddenly could stand up, it would raise suspicions.

After a comfortable bath, Sophie drained the water and dried off. Supporting herself against the wall, she wrapped herself in a bath towel.

At this moment, Roger arrived at the bathroom door, asking, "Are you done bathing?"

Sophie was suspicious. "Have you been waiting for me at the door all this time?" How else could Roger inquire about her just a few minutes after she finished draining the water?

"Yes." Roger did not deny it.

Sophie hadn't expected Roger to be so concerned while she was bathing. Her heart warmed slightly. "I'm done washing."

Only then did Roger push the door and enter. Sophie noticed some puddles on the floor and reminded in a low voice, "Be careful. There's water on the floor."

"Okay." Roger smiled. "Are you concerned about me?"

Sophie couldn't help feeling awkward. She should have just minded her business instead of caring about him. Nevertheless, she could only say, "I just don't want you to fall."

Roger didn't say anything. He walked to the bathtub, felt around, and crouched down. "Well done. You can be my eyes in the future."

The deep utterance seemed to carry a trace of sincerity, like a confession. Sophie's heart trembled inexplicably.

Unable to refuse, Sophie could only avert her gaze unnaturally and answer, "Okay."

Roger smiled faintly. By now, he had touched her body.

When Roger's big palm touched her, Sophie stiffened because she was only wrapped in a bath towel. It made her feel insecure.

As if knowing her worries, Roger's magnetic voice comforted Sophie. "Don't be afraid. I'll hold you steady." Afterward, with a bit of force, Roger directly lifted her out.

Sophie hugged Roger's neck with one hand and held her towel to her chest with the other.

Roger carried her out of the bathroom and back to the bed without diverting his gaze. "I just had the servants bring a set of pajamas for you. You can change into them."

"Okay... Thank you." Sophie nodded.

Roger didn't say much more. He went back to the study.

Sophie continued changing clothes behind the thin curtain.

This time, Roger faced away from her, looking as though he was adjusting the speakers. No one knew that Roger was finding something to do. He could not turn around again.