NovelBooke on! You're just being unreasonable now, aren't you?"
Everett nodded slightly, "You could say that."
He approached her, soothingly stroking her back, "Dorothy, | want you by my side for the long haul."
And that meant he had to be vigilant at all times, considering even the smallest details!
Quincy's poison was cured, but the doctor had said its damage to her body was irreversible.
Coupled with Dorothy's already fragile health and her battle with depression, all of it was etched deeply in Everett's mind,
impossible to et for even a moment.
"| feel like you're pamperingso much, I'm practically losing the use of my limbs..." she muttered, pouting, "If you could go to
the bathroom for me, | wouldn't even need to get out of bed!"
She was basking every day in Everett's care and attention.
Handed everything on a silver platter.
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"Isn't that nice?"
Everett smirked, "I've told you before, you can be as spoiled as you want in front of me, anything goes."
He gently kissed Dorothy's cheek, but as she turned her face, his lips landed on the corner of hers.
Dorothy let out a soft moan, and Everett couldn't resist deepening the kiss...
But then, suddenly, a strange smell wafted over!
Dorothy pushed gently against his chest, blinking, "Do you smell that?"
Given his obsession with cleanliness, how could he not?
"Yeah."
"What is it?"
"The little one might need a diaper change." As much as Everett didn't want to let go of his wife, he had to, "Givefive minutes,
I'll go change the baby!"
He was about to carry the child away, but Dorothy grabbed his arm.
"There's a bathroom in the master bedroom, why go out?"
"Changing diapers can stink up the place, and | don't know how long it'll take to air out of here! You need your rest."
She sighed, "I'm not that fragile."
"Be right back," he insisted, still heading to the nursery to change the baby.
Dorothy wanted to suggest staying in the master bedroom so she could help.
After all, Everett's obsession with cleanliness was severe! Though he was trying to ovee it, sparing him even one diaper
change would be a help, she thought.
She couldn't catch up with him, moving slowly out of the master bedroom and just about reaching the nursery when Everett was
already meticulously wiping and cleaning their daughter.
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He always washed her twice with warm water before drying and putting on a new diaper.
Seeing her, Everett frowned slightly, "You shouldn't be moving around with your injury! Stay there, I'll bring you a chair."
"It's okay! The doctor said moving around is good for me, prevents blood clots." She smiled, watching the tenderness that never
left his face, "Has our daughter cured your obsession with cleanliness?"
"Yes, cured!"
After changing her, the baby wasfortable and fell asleep right in his arms.
Dorothy reached out to touch her soft cheek, and the baby frowned in her sleep. He quickly said, "Let's wait until she's awake to
touch her, when she closes her eyes and her double eyelids show, that means she's not happy!"
"...You know that?"
"Experience." Pride was evident on Everett's handsface, "The experience of being a dad."
Dorothy couldn't help but laugh, "Alright, alright! Oh, have you been giving the baby her baths, or has the nanny been doing it?"
"Of course, | do it myself! | don't think it's clean enough when others do it."
So much for his obsession with cleanliness being cured, right?
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