Chapter 259: Chapter 259: The Happiness of Being Looked After by My Wife
Isabella’s shyness from seeing him bare had long vanished, and she asked him tenderly, "Does it hurt?"
Harry Hunter’s voice was gentle, "Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt. It’ll heal soon."
"You’re lying to me again, the wound is still bleeding, how can it not hurt!"
Harry Hunter covered her eyes, "Sweetheart, don’t look. It really doesn’t hurt, it just looks a bit scary."
Isabella took his hand away, placed his hand in her palm, holding it tightly. Her voice was very soft, "With the wound like this, you still carried me? Did the wound worsen because you carried me? Does your bone hurt? Besides your shoulder and back, are there any other injuries?"
Harry Hunter’s heart melted like water, "It’s really fine. You’re so light, I hardly used any strength carrying you, it didn’t affect the wound much. The other injuries aren’t serious; after all, isn’t there a doctor with exceptional skills here?"
Johan Niles was about to cry from being touched, it was the first time he saw Harry Hunter being so gentle, even praising him!
Indeed, married men are different!
"My surgery was done by Johan Niles’ mentor, he’s a giant in the medical field, much better than a quack like Johan. I just need a few days’ rest, and the wound will scab over, the bones will gradually heal."
Johan Niles forcibly held back his tears!
Turns out it wasn’t praise for him, talking halfway, really made him waste his feelings!
He finished applying the medicine and rebandaging for Harry Hunter and then quickly left.
Harry Hunter’s sharp tongue was one thing, but he also kept showing off their affection!
Heartless!
Harry Hunter was oblivious to Johan Niles’ anguish, he had so many layers of gauze wrapped around him, his solid pectorals were completely covered, which dissatisfied him.
He had originally wanted to show off to his sweet wife!
Isabella wasn’t paying attention to his physique at this moment; she gently touched his gauze-wrapped back and picked up the shirt he had just taken off to help him put it back on.
Halfway through, she suddenly took it off again, running to get a loose and comfortable home shirt.
After dressing him, she asked, "Do you want to change your pants?"
Although Harry Hunter felt that letting her help him change pants would be very enjoyable, seeing that her hand was also bandaged, he couldn’t bear to.
He gently caressed her delicate and fair cheek, "No need."
"How have you been showering these past few days?"
"Just rinsing briefly, making sure not to touch the wounds."
"How did you wash your hair?"
"Connor helped me wash it, but it’s been three days since I’ve washed it." Connor is good at fighting, but his hair washing skills are terrible, he almost pulled all his hair out.
"Then I’ll wash it for you."
Harry Hunter held her hand, "Your hand just started to recover a bit, I’ll ask Aunt Hart to help me wash later."
"No, I’ll wash it for you!"
After Isabella finished speaking, she got up to find rubber gloves, brought a basin of hot water, and grabbed some shampoo, draping a towel over her shoulder, looking quite ready.
Harry Hunter hurriedly took the basin from her, "Be careful with your hand!"
Isabella smiled, "It’s okay. Didn’t the doctor say? Exercising my fingers more regularly would help with nerve recovery."
"Even so, you’re not allowed to carry water next time!"
"Lie down, we’re washing your hair now!"
Harry Hunter lay on the sofa, letting Isabella attend to him.
She only wore a glove on her right hand, the left hand was bare. After applying the shampoo, her fingers gently massaged through Harry Hunter’s hair.
His hair was very short, making it easy to wash.
Aunt Hart and Aunt Spring had both arrived, with Aunt Spring busying herself in the kitchen making dinner, while Aunt Hart assisted Isabella, bringing water and handing her towels.