The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 111

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Moreover, she had been out most of the day and did rehab exercises, sweating all over. Cedrick brought her back and just dumped her on the bed. The bed was already dirty and would definitely need changing later.

Mylee brought her food on a tray.

Lucille didn’t have much appetite, but she ate everything clean. Whether for recovery or future independent living, she needed a healthy body. She was too weak now.

After eating, Mylee cleared the plates and then asked if she wanted to take a bath.

Lucille nodded; she really needed it.

“Run the bath for me, and then change the bedding to clean ones.”

She was so sweaty she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Okay.”

Mylee went into the room to run the bath.

Lucille tried to get out of bed and walk on her own, but after just a few steps, her legs felt weak.

This feeling was a bit like the muscle reaction after sudden intense exercise for someone who doesn’t work out, but much more painful. Standing like this, her legs trembled a bit.

Mylee came out and was shocked to see her like this. “Madam, should I help you?”

Lucille took a deep breath and nodded.

She wasn’t embarrassed at all. Mylee had been taking care of her for many years. When she first got married and couldn’t walk well, Mylee always helped her bathe.

Mylee supported her to the bathroom and didn’t let go until she helped her sit in the bathtub. Lucille nodded. “That’s enough. Go change the bedding. Come back when I’m done soaking.” Lucille leaned back in the bathtub. The warm water soaked every inch of her skin, easing the

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soreness a bit. She felt much more comfortable.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the muscle relaxation, and almost fell asleep.

Feeling it was about time, she said lazily, “Mylee, that’s enough.”

She still didn’t want to open

her eyes.

Footsteps approached, stopped by the bathtub, but there was no movement.

Lucille frowned. “Mylee…” But when she opened her eyes, it was Cedrick staring back at her.

“How could it be you!”

Startled, Lucille instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. Realizing the foam still covered her body, she relaxed slightly. “Get out!”

She then shouted toward the door, “Mylee!.

Mylee!”

“Mylee won’t come in.”

He looked down at her, his gaze dark and unreadable.

“Mylee!”

She refused to give up, calling again.

“Do you really think Mylee, who gets her paycheck from me, would listen to you… or me?”

He leaned closer until Lucille could see the bloodshot veins in his eyes and her own reflection trapped in his pupils.

“What do you want?”

Her knuckles whitened where she gripped the tub’s edge, every muscle tense.

His hands plunged through the foam, clamping onto her shoulders as he hauled her upright.

A chill swept over Lucille’s exposed skin–humiliation and panic striking her at being utterly vulnerable before Cedrick.

She struggled, but it was useless.

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