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Novel Catalog
Chapter 67
Cordy stood there, her patience being tested to the limit as she heard the final splashes, trying her best to keep her composure despite the awkwardness of the situation. The blush on her face deepened, her mind scrambling to keep up with John’s strange sense of humor.
“Healthy kidneys, huh?” she muttered under her breath, still unsure whether to laugh or groan.
John, now finished, let out a content sigh and grinned sheepishly. “Hey, at least I’m not complaining about my health, right?”
Cordy just nodded, trying to ignore the lingering awkwardness and the uncomfortable position she found herself in. She was still supporting him, and though he had the strength to stand, the weight was still a strain. Despite his stubbornness and confidence, she could feel the strain in his body, and it made her wonder if he truly was as fine as he claimed.
Once he was standing firmly, she sighed in relief and stepped back. “Next time, let’s just stick to the bed rest, alright?” she said with a raised brow, hoping to avoid any more spontaneous bathroom adventures.
John chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment despite her awkwardness. “Don’t worry. I’ll try to behave next time.”
She could only roll her eyes, even as her heart softened at the sight of him teasing her so casually. It was such a stark contrast to the serious, commanding man she was used to seeing at work. Here, in this vulnerable state, John was oddly…endearing.
“I’m serious,” Cordy replied, her tone softer than before, though she still couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in her chest. “Take care of yourself, alright? You’ve already done enough.”
He smiled, then nodded. “I’ll try to, but I’m not one to lie around all day. You know that.”
Cordy just shook her head. She wasn’t sure what was happening between them, but she couldn’t deny that his presence had a way of getting to her—more than she wanted to admit. “Let’s just get you back to bed.”
Helping him back, Cordy’s hands instinctively moved to support him, and for a moment, it felt almost…natural. Despite the frustration, the worry, and the complicated emotions between them, she couldn’t deny that in some strange way, she was glad to be here.
But as they settled back in the bed, Cordy couldn’t help but wonder: Was this all too much? Too soon? She still didn’t know what to make of it, of him. And even though she wanted to deny it, there was a small part of her that felt like she was starting to care—maybe more than she should.
John, settling back into his bed, looked up at her with a look that made her freeze for a moment.
“Are you sure you’re not tired?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.
Cordy hesitated, unsure whether she was truly tired or just overwhelmed by everything. “A little,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Then rest,” he urged, his tone gentle yet firm. “You’ve done enough today.”
His words, his concern, pierced through her carefully constructed defenses. With a quiet sigh, Cordy nodded and sat back in the chair beside him. She didn’t fall asleep immediately, though. Instead, she just sat there, her thoughts swirling.
There was a lot left unsaid between them, and she knew she couldn’t let her guard down just yet. But at the same time, it was hard to deny the strange pull she felt when he was around—his protectiveness, his insistence on caring for her in his own way, even when she tried to push him away.
And for the first time in a while, she allowed herself to let her thoughts wander, wondering where this uneasy connection might take them.