Chapter 0693
"Dylan, don't push your luck."
Just wheeling him to the bathroom was already more than enough of a favor.
Now he was thinking about things he shouldn't?
He was clearly getting ahead of himself.
"My hands have been numb since early this morning," Dylan replied, shaking his wrist with an expression of
discomfort.
"It's been like this all day without any relief. Honestly, | wouldn't bother you if I didn't have to! Lately, it's been
happening more often. Maybe it's another side effect of the medication from before."
"Numb hands?" Suzy let out a cold laugh.
"And yet they're never numb when you're typing on your computer? | saw you working in the study when | came
in, didn't I? Don't tellthey only act up conveniently during bathroom breaks."
"You don't believe me?" Dylan looked hurt, his voice dripping with wounded pride. "Fine, forget it. You can go. I'll
manage on my own."
What was that expression? That tone?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWho was he trying to guilt-trip?
Suzy couldn't help but marvel at how far he'd fallen from the image he used to have. His original persona wasn't
like this at all.
Now it had crumbled all the way to the ocean.
"Fine, handle it yourself then. I'm leaving," Suzy said without hesitation, turning on her heel to walk out.
Dylan was speechless, his plan backfired completely.
Though Suzy wasn't entirely without sympathy for him, it wasn't enough to make her stop.
Dylan stayed quiet as she left, but once the door closed behind her, he deliberately made loud, clumsy noises.
Bang! Thud! Clatter!
Hearing the racket from inside, Suzy pinched the bridge of her nose in
exasperation. "What a ridiculous man. Could his acting be any worse?"
Ignoring the commotion, Suzy remained standing by the door, unfazed. She didn't
move an inch until Dylan finally called out, "I'm done!"
Suzy pursed her lips and pushed the door open, only to stop in her tracks.
"Did you... wet yourself?" she asked, eyeing Dylan's soaked pants.
"l accidentally bumped into the water pipe," Dylan replied, his tone defensive. "Can't it just be water?"
"Then why isn't the rest of you wet?" Suzy countered, folding her arms.
"Your shirt is completely dry, but your pants are practically drenched.
Hard to believe that's just water and not something else."
Her skeptical gaze gave Dylan a headache. "It really is water!" he insisted, pointing to a faucet mounted halfway
up the wall.
"| used it to wash my hands, but the water pressure was too high at first, so it splashed all over my pants."
Suzy sighed internally, already seeing through Dylan's little game.
One way or another, he was determined to get her to help him with his pants today. Injured leg or not, he just
couldn't behave himself.
Suppressing the spark of annoyance in her eyes, Suzy didn't bother arguing further.
She simply stepped forward, grabbed the wheelchair handles, and pushed him out of the bathroom.
"My pants are wet-l need to change," Dylan reminded her as they moved.
"I'm literally taking you to your room to do that," Suzy snapped, exasperated.
Dylan stayed quiet but couldn't help thinking she could show him just a bit more patience.
Once they reached his room, Suzy begrudgingly went to fetch a change of clothes for him. She tossed them onto
his lap without ceremony.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Anything else? If not, I'm leaving."
"Aren't you going to helpchange?" Dylan asked innocently.
"And why would | do that?" Suzy shot back.
"You claimed your hands were too numb to go to the bathroom, but you managed just fine without me, didn't
you? I'm sure you can handle changing clothes too."
"If | were good at this, my clothes wouldn't have gotten wet in the first place," Dylan countered, slipping into his
usual pitiful tone.
"I know it's a bit much to ask. After all, we're not exactly... in that kind of relationship anymore, and it's not
convenient for you to help me. But I..."
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