Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 439

Standing to the side, I finally understood why Patrick was in such a state of collapse.

It was so hard for him to even sit up. He must feel very frustrated.

I didn't dare to say it, so I could only stand by the side. I picked up the shower and was about to open it when the man looked up and asked me, "Are you going to help me take a bath with your clothes on?"

Before I could speak, he said, "There are no spare clothes here. If your clothes are wet, you can walk alone naked. Anyway, the bodyguards outside have seen you naked."

His words were like thorns. After I heard it, a burst of blush appeared on my face, and I couldn't wait to find a place to sneak in.

For a moment, I was a little confused. "Then what should I wear..."

"Why are you still wearing clothes when I've already taken them off?"

The man's face was cold. Although he said such things, I didn't feel that he had any improper thoughts.

Or, even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

I hesitated for a moment. Just when I was about to go out and change my clothes, Patrick pulled me from behind and said impatiently, "Where are you going?"

"To get changed..."

I blinked my eyes and looked at him.

He seemed a little unhappy. "Change it here! I've seen every inch of you before. What are you hiding?"

Since the day I put on my wedding dress, every word Patrick said was like shooting. He was not good at communicating at all now.

I bit my lips and didn't argue with him. I stood in the bathroom obediently and took off my clothes.

I picked up the shower again, adjusted the temperature of the water, and rushed the water to his back. I asked him, "How is the temperature?"

"It's okay."

The man said flatly.

Soon, hot white steam rose in the bathroom.

I washed Patrick's hair first, and then I helped him wash his body bit by bit.

The man just sat there, like a child at my mercy, not moving at all.

It was like the person sitting in front of me wasn't him, but Glenn.

At the thought of this, I gradually felt relieved.

I thought he hadn't taken a bath for many days. As a person who used to take a bath every day, he must be very uncomfortable, so I took a particularly serious shower for him.

After washing up, I helped him clean up and put on his clothes before putting mine on.

I pushed the wheelchair over.

Patrick didn't count on me anymore. He held the armrest of the wheelchair in his own hand and planned to sit back in the wheelchair.

However, the bathroom differed from before. It was full of water vapor now. When he was about to get back to the wheelchair with his hands propping up, he suddenly slipped...

The stool he previously sat on collapsed, his legs were losing the fulcrum, and his entire body fell downwards!

I was so scared that I hurried to help him up, but I couldn't support him at all.

We fell to the floor of the bathroom together.

I was supporting his back with my hand and

pressed up by him.

Ouch!

I gritted my teeth and didn't dare to shout out. I asked Patrick, "Are you all right?"

He sat up, lowered his head and said nothing.

I thought he was fine, so I went to the stool first.

However, just as I set the stool up, he suddenly raised his fist and hit his own leg. One punch after punch, the fist hit the flesh!

"Stop it!"

Seeing him like this, I felt extremely distressed and I reached out to stop him.