The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 62

Lindsay had zero experience—she didn’t even know you were supposed to breathe while kissing. She nearly became the first person in history to suffocate during a make-out session.

Yves finally let her go. Lindsay gasped for air, looking for all the world like a fish flung onto dry land, chest heaving as she drew in desperate breaths.

Yves couldn’t help but chuckle. “It gets easier with practice.”

Lindsay’s fists clenched, ready to punch him, but instead, she grabbed the showerhead and turned on the water. With his legs still weak, Yves had to rely on a wheelchair to bathe.

He relaxed as Lindsay helped him wash, her soft, delicate hands gentle against his skin. The sensation was so soothing it made his body heat up in ways he tried to ignore, his gaze turning hazy.

Lindsay caught the look in his eyes but chose to play dumb, forcing herself to keep helping him rinse off.

“Lindsay…” Yves' voice was strained, but just as he started to say more, Lindsay cut him off. “You just woke up, remember? You need to take care of yourself—don’t overexert, okay?”

Her meaning was clear: he was not to let his mind wander to certain activities that would be, let’s say, less than helpful for his recovery.

Yves gritted his teeth, veins standing out on his forehead, his body nearly feverish.

“Lindsay, just wait outside. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“You sure you can handle it by yourself?”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point.”

Lindsay didn’t dwell on it. She handed Yves the showerhead. “I’ll be right outside. If you need anything, just call.”

Yves nodded.

Lindsay stepped out, closing the bathroom door behind her. Worried he might slip, she dragged a chair over and sat just outside, listening for any sign he needed help.

Ten minutes passed. No word from Yves.

She kept waiting.

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