Chapter 22

I turned my head, shocked, to see Jasper calmly sitting next to me with a plate of fruit in his hand. "Wash... wash me?! You—you’re going to wash me?" My words stumbled as fear began to take hold. "Of course. There’s no nurse here to help, just the two of us, so I’ll have to lower myself to help you wash," Jasper said, picking up a piece of fruit and holding it to my lips with a completely serious expression. "Is something wrong with that?" "I... I don’t want to wash. I... I have a wound, I can’t get it wet!" I bit into the fruit, mumbling my refusal. Jasper lowered his eyes, focusing on my moist lips, but his composure remained unchanged. "I’ll help you wipe down without getting it wet. If I don’t, there could be bacteria, and your wound might get infected. Arabella, stop being so stubborn. You need to understand, not only will I help you wash tonight, I’ll also be sleeping beside you." His casual tone, saying such childish t