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“Okay,” he breathed, rested his cheek against my forehead, and closed his eyes. I let him sleep, listening to his heart beating inside his weakened body.
It would take time and patience to get him on his feet, and with his bossy nature, it would be tough, but I was prepared for anything. If I survived these past few weeks, nothing could break us.
39
The Clever Wife
Bastian
They kept me in the hospital room as if I was a prisoner. It was annoying and depressing.
I admitted that I wasn't in great shape. My legs didn't work like they used to, but my arms improved significantly. My physiotherapist, an enthusiastic forty-year-old doctor with a perfect record from Harvard and a recommendation letter from the best hospital in the States, did a fantastic job.
My legs needed more time, but I was making amazing progress. I couldn't be happier about leaving this hell hole with frowning nurses and distasteful food.
For a month, Andreas kept me updated on the lawsuit, the investigation, and other problems that showed up with the police and my alleged relationship with a subordinate. The case had no breakthrough, but we had to stay vigilant. Sarah could surprise us with some nonsense anytime.
Derek always came when I called him to tell me how the business was going. Peter stayed with me every evening and went through reports and contracts, and Rosalind was the source of juicy gossip and behind-the-curtain talks. She knew everything in Thorn Enterprises and shared every minor detail with me.
However, my biggest supporter was my incredible wife. Electra was with me during every physiotherapy, exercise, or examination. She spent all her time with me, helping me with basic things, and as much as I was grateful for it, I also felt very uncomfortable and incapable.
I was often rude, annoyed, and grumpy, but she kept a smile on her face and did everything she could to make me feel better. But I just couldn't help myself. I was slowly losing my mind. At least Fredy listened to my pleas and brought me some work; otherwise, I didn't know what to do with so much free time.
"Good morning, handsome."
Electra danced in the room in a knee-high purple dress with short sleeves, a deep neckline showing a big piece of her cleavage, and a radiant smile. Her blonde hair was up in a high ponytail, and her high heels clicked on the floor. I was at a loss for words. She looked stunning.
"No greeting, sir?" She lifted an elegant eyebrow at me, placing bananas, oranges, and my favorite pears on the plate on my nightstand.
"Sorry, princess," I mumbled, staring at her breasts, which she stuck right in my face when she added one more cushion behind my back. "I'm enjoying the view."
"Do you like it?" She flashed me another brilliant smile and turned around, showing me her dress from all angles. Yet all I could think about was how much weight she’d lost, and even when she looked happy and cheerful, there was something weird behind her ecstatic expression.
"It's beautiful," I said sincerely, stretching my arm towards her. She took it without hesitation. "You're beautiful."
"Thank you, sir."
She leaned closer and kissed my lips, making my heartbeat increase rapidly. Nothing changed from the time before the accident. She completely owned me—body and soul.
"I can't wait to take you home and take care of you properly," she whispered, tracing her finger down my cheek, and my eyes widened in pleasant surprise.
"Really?" I muttered. My imagination went wild, but it was abruptly stopped by worries about my physical condition. It occurred to me a few times that I could face some problems downstairs.
"Of course." She nodded slightly, pecking the corner of my mouth. "Wife knows best what her husband needs."
Without a second thought, I pulled her closer and crushed my lips on hers. In no time, she climbed the bed and straddled me, and her palms moved to my chest and down my abdomen to the hem of my sweatpants.
"You're taking this s-seriously, princess," I mumbled when she gently bit my lip. The glint in her hazel eyes showed me she wasn't bluffing. She was determined to get something from me.
"I need you," she breathed, cupping my face with her soft palms. "And the doctor said it's up to us."
I gently took her wrists and moved her hands away from my face. The feeling of embarrassment filled my chest.
"You asked the doctor…wait, what exactly?" I furrowed my brows, blinking in confusion.
"I asked him about sex," she replied, chewing her bottom lip, and I almost rolled my eyes at her.
"I almost died, princess," I reminded her with a pointed look, and she grimaced. "I was in a coma," I continued, and she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "And all you think about is sex?"
