<h4>Chapter 230: Giving Him a Bath</h4>


    "Stop, stop! Honey, you’ve said that same line a dozen times today. My ears are getting calluses! Can’t you say something new?" Eric quickly interrupted E with a yful grin.


    E blinked, a bit surprised. *Do I say that so often?* Women can indeed be a bit chatty, she thought.


    "Alright, what do you want to hear? Or do you have a special request?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.


    "My dear wife," Eric smirked mischievously, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "How about this: once I’m fully recovered, for the next six months, you’ll do everything I say?"


    Eric’s eyes sparkled as if imagining his cute little E dressed up as a maid, diligently taking care of him.


    E pouted, eyeing the bandages on his hands. "Well, since Mr. Nelson is so charming, I suppose I’ll reluctantly agree."


    Eric chuckled, reaching out to pinch her cheek gently. "Good girl. Behave, and you’ll be rewarded. When that old man’s birthday rolls around, I’ll make sure he has the most unforgettable birthday of his life!"


    E’s mood brightened. Over the past few days, she hadn’t cared much about anything other than Eric’s recovery. As for the Carter Group, she wasn’t in any rush to n her next move.


    Later that evening, E fed Eric dinner, and they spent a peaceful time together, their love palpable. Even Mrs. Harris, watching from the side, felt moved by the sight of their harmony.


    "Eric, do you want to go for a walk outside?" E asked after finishing dinner. She had overeaten since Eric had yfully fed her more than she could handle.


    "Sure, let’s go," Eric agreed. It had been a long time since he had left the hospital room. Staying cooped up was starting to feel stifling.


    Hand in hand, they slowly made their way down to the hospital park. There were plenty of people around, but E and Eric, with their golden couple appearance, easily stood out and attracted attention.


    Soon, a few reporters, who had been waiting for Eric’s appearance, rushed over to get an interview.


    "Mr. Nelson, is it true that the arson was a deliberate attack?" one reporter asked.


    "Mr. Nelson, we heard that the shooter has been diagnosed with a mental illness. Are you still nning to pursue legal action?"


    "Mr. Nelson, was Miss Davis with you during the incident?"


    The reporters mored for answers, though they were kept at bay by Eric’s bodyguards, unable to get too close.


    Eric nced at them coolly but said nothing.


    E’s heart tightened at the sight of the reporters. She couldn’t forget that night—the image of Eric lying lifeless in the car still haunted her. Just thinking about it made her heart ache.


    "In a few days, I’ll hold a press conference. You’ll be free to ask me anything then," Eric said calmly.


    The reporters exchanged nces, understanding that now wasn’t the right time to push him further. After all, Eric was still a patient, and pressing him too hard wouldn’t end well for them.


    After the reporters dispersed, Eric’s expression darkened slightly, and just then, his phone rang.


    Eric’s previous phone had been lost in the fire, so a few days earlier, he had Mark buy two new custom-made phones for him and E, thetest in high-tech devices from abroad. Their numbers had been restored, but his phone rarely rang unless it was important.


    "Is there a problem?" Eric answered.


    "Mr. Nelson, that man is still in the hospital, but there’s been no movement from him," came the voice on the other end.


    Eric smiled faintly. That was all ording to n. Since they hadn’t been able to gather enough information on the man, it was important not to act rashly. "No problem. Just keep him under protection and make sure no one gets close."


    "Understood, boss."


    The wolf hadn’t taken the bait yet—that meant it was still cautious. And that meant Eric had to be even more careful.


    The sky was bathed in a soft glow as the sun began to set, painting the horizon in shades of orange and red. A cool breeze carried the faint scent of antiseptic, gently brushing past E and Eric as they sat on a stone bench, quietly watching thest moments of twilight fade away.


    The peacefulness of the moment was so warm, so natural. E wished this calm, quiet happiness couldst forever. But deep down, she knew it wasn’t possible. Ahead of hery countless schemes and maniptions, yet with Eric by her side, she wasn’t afraid.


    He had protected her this time.


    And next time, when facing those who wished her harm, she wouldn’t let things escte to the point where Eric had to risk his life for her.


    Back in the hospital room, Mrs. Harris had already prepared the bath. E helped Eric into the bathroom, closing the door behind them.


    Eric sat on a chair as E carefully began undressing him. His back was still healing, though it was much better than before. However, when E identally brushed against one of the wounds, Eric winced slightly, though he quickly rxed and didn’t make a sound.


    E felt guilty. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to."


    Eric gave her azy smile. "Well, you’ll have to make it up to meter."


    E rolled her eyes at him but couldn’t help smiling. Then he suddenly took her hand, his expression more serious. "I need..."


    Warm steam from the bath rose up, filling the space between them.


    E nced at him with a teasing smile. "With all those injuries, you really think you can handle anything right now? Dream on."


    Eric chuckled, amused by her response. "E, I didn’t mean *that*," he said, barely suppressing hisughter. "I meant I need to go to the bathroom."


    E’s cheeks flushed. "Then stand up!"


    "Honey, your husband’s tired. Help me up, will you?"


    Eric, ever shameless, shed her a mischievous grin. E sighed, knowing she couldn’t refuse, and helped him to his feet. As he relieved himself, E marveled at how natural their rtionship had be.


    After all, when two people are deeply in love, it starts to feel like they’re family. That’s how E had felt about Eric, even before he got injured—he was her other half, someone she would share a lifetime with, like two hands always by each other’s side.


    Soon, Eric’s recovery was nearlyplete. On the tenth day, he was discharged from the hospital, although he could have left on the sixth. E had insisted they stay longer because she felt reassured by having doctors nearby in case of any suddenplications.


    Her worries had been unfounded.


    Now, Eric was back to his vigorous self, spending long hours in the study, catching up on a mountain of paperwork. In just ten days, thepany had delivered a truckload of documents, and even the sight of them gave E a headache.


    Concerned for his health, E limited the amount of work Eric could do each day. But Eric, with time on his hands, turned his attention toward her instead, much to her amusement.


    During this time, Chloe and others came by to visit Eric. However, when James and Grace tried toe by, Eric made it clear he didn’t want to see them. He had no interest in facing that pair of deceitful people.


    Chloe also passed along Brandon’s message to E, which Eric overheard. Upon learning that Brandon had be a somewhat well-known artist, Eric raised an eyebrow, an idea forming in his mind. "A famous artist? Well, that’s true, at least in terms of his reputation abroad. He’s got some talent, I’ll give him that."


    E smiled, sensing that Eric had some n brewing in that sharp mind of his. Whatever it was, she trusted himpletely.