Chapter 167

The tatami cushions were generous in size, and the lighting in the room was ideal. Ivy pushed Wyatt's wheelchair over, thinking, 'He really does have a lot of problems!' "Is there anything else you require?" "I'm not in the mood to sit here. I'd like to sit over there. Wyatt stated, "It's more comfortable there." He was adamant about not being in a wheelchair. Ivy paused and frowned, then stated plainly, "I am unable to lift you." Not unless he desired permanent disability! Ivy assumed Wyatt was being purposely picky. Wyatt propped himself up on the wheelchair and made a futile attempt to stand. His full strength was focused on his left leg. He desired to move slightly forward, but such a slight movement caused sweat to seep from his brow. Ivy squinted. As she lunged forward to assist the man who was about to fall, her reflexes were quicker than her thoughts. His entire weight was pressed against her. Her slender waist constricted as her breathing became labored. When she sh