The air in the room was light when Louis and Chelsea returned to the room, Marco had his face sullen from stress, but he managed to pull out a light smile, at least it was worth it for Chelsea. “Here is your meal, Chelsea,“ Thalia announced handing Chelsea the plate of fried chicken and fries. “Thank you, I appreciate this,“ the young lady said. She had now returned to the chair, she smiled brightly at her friends whom she couldn’t remember too well, they didn’t play any hard feelings with her, and she was super happy about that. Louis who had grabbed a plate of burgers from Thalia took a big bite through it and chewed with a lot of appetites. No one said anything, Chelsea knew they all wanted to, but for her sake, they didn’t utter even a word. She felt awkward, then, to Thalia, she murmured the faintest of questions, wanting to know more about her previous self. “Did I have a job, Thalia? how often did we meet and how was life with my old self? I would really love to know,“ Che
Between Louis and Chelsea, one on the bed and the other pacing the floor, it was awkward, but Chelsea managed to smile. She knew it was going to be alright, even though she wasn’t sure about it, she managed to keep her eyes closed for a while before opening them back again. The day was fast consuming and all Chelsea wanted now was to go home and make herself comfortable. That would be impossible doing that, but the young man smiled a fit, it warmed her heart and prompted her to speak. “I want to go home, Louis,“ she said mildly. There was a minute where Louis used it to absorb that information, regardless of the fact that it was quite irregular. Louis’s eyes were thoughtful because he knew what the doctor had said earlier. “The doctor said tomorrow,“ Louis informed her lightly. Chelsea’s lips curved to the right side of her face and that was weird, but then, her chest would have seized up immediately, but she felt her eyes burn with tears. “I don’t want to stay one more night in
Louis knocked once and entered Dr. Harris’s office, the elder man sat comfortably behind his huge mahogany desk beckoning him to move forth. He did and thus, he sat there comfortable staring intently at his eyes. “I would love to take Chelsea home,“ Louis broke out the news without a second thought. Dr. Harris didn’t say anything, but he looked like he was going to argue, to mutter severe unpleasant words, good enough, he didn’t express it as much as it seems like he would. “Sure, but you would need a nurse coming to check on her, and even giving her the pain killers while changing her bandages,“ the older man explained fairly. It was a piece of good advice and as Louis nodded his head, he was ready to pay. Louis is a healthy man, he has the means to stretch his budget above its limits to make Chelsea comfortable without it even scratching a little part of its fund. “I would have to send a trustworthy nurse to work with Chelsea then, Doc, that will mean a lot to me,“ she said heav
There was no arguing about who is bathing first because Chelsea did enter the bathroom and had a warm bath. She was glad to have water touch her body after how many years of no bathing. The warm water flushed her body, she felt amazed at how Louis’s staff tried their best in making her comfortable, indeed, that was beautiful. After about forty-five minutes of trying and twisting, Chelsea crawled out of the bathroom feeling as fresh as a leaf when blossoming. Good enough for her, Louis wasn’t in the room, but she couldn’t help but notice the pair of clean clothes that lay on the bed. It consisted of a white shirt and pants. “Wow! did Louis actually make his female staff bring in linen for me?“ she asked lightly as she blew air from her tight lips. That was weird, but there was no talking about that, in fact, she managed to slip on her pants and then, the polo shirt that was left carefully folded by the bedside. When she was done dressing and had just taken up her please by the bed
Louis was very gentle when he had to do with the washing of Chelsea’s wound, he handled her with the most exquisite kindness, that was beautiful, and the fact that it was softer than everything she had expected, there was nothing more than what Chelsea had expected. She was all calm, but then, she heard Louis’s question fill the room and her ears. “Did you have a nightmare?“ Louis questioned. The reply was simple, but Chelsea wasn’t ready for it yet, her eyes bulged out of their sockets and she looked like someone that had just heard a piece of bad news. “Yes,“ she managed to say after regaining her composure. There was a long moment of silence, Louis didn’t seem to mutter the words out of his mouth, and then, he nodded his head lightly, as if understanding what Chelsea was going through. Chelsea was going through a lot, literally, but she discovered that it was time she tell Louis that she has regained her memory. It would be a relief for Louis, and her, what would become of her
The searing kiss against Chelsea McCain’s lips was unusual, she wanted more, needed the man whose whiff tickled her hairs, his playful touch. It was eccentric, she didn’t want this moment to stop, but then it had to. “Louis, stop,“ she whimpered straightening her spine. Louis had a square look, gaped but dare not utter a word. He looked like a stuffed pumpkin, overripe to the core but squishy all the same. His expression brought a witty smile to Chelsea’s parted lips. “Let me clear the table and return to sleep, I’m exhausted,“ she offered to start to rise. She had a grip on her crutches, it was quite weird, but she stopped when Louis got a hold of them. “Stop, I’ll handle this,“ he exclaimed. Raising a brow, Chelsea had a query look that explained a lot. “Let me...“ she started, but Louis’s grip was firm, yet, gentle. “I’ve got this, darling,“ he exhaled rushing to clear the table. He stuffed the plate in the dishwasher before heading to meet Chelsea, and in one swift moveme
Chelsea Suzy McCain seemed to be loving what was going on more than anything on earth, she loves how professional Louis was, he seemed to have a connection with her body that was ephemeral, but she couldn’t seem to understand it.The night before, she had been a low life, just a secretary who had lost her job but now, she can’t help but just want more of whatever the young man had to bring in for her, she wanted more. “Oh Louis, sweet Louis,“ Chelsea cried out as Louis pulled his head up to stare intently into her eyes, he even smiled when they made eye contact and an embarrassed Chelsea half closed her eyes. “I am getting there, darling, I promise you, I am,“ he said swiftly and that was the truth. Louis had his thick six inches groin ready to penetrate Chelsea, that was marvelous, but she tried to act like nothing was the matter. “I can’t wait, Louis, make love to me now,“ Chelsea said. It was a command now, and Louis made a mental note to laugh at her after their pleasures, tha
Chelsea was happy that Louis had brought her crutches upstairs, especially after the hot sex they had during the night, she can’t help but blush when she thinks about it.“Are you alright?“ Louis asked as he walked behind her, but just enough to reach out in vase of anything. Chelsea nodded once. “Yes, I am, but I guess I am going to miss you while you are away,“ the young lady spat out. She wasn’t lying when she said that, in fact, she had a grave look and the young man comprehend it at once. “It’s okay, you know? whenever you need me or something, just call me, and I’ll be here huh?“ he said faintly. The young lady had her eyes on the stairs, it was quite awkward, but she was just being cautious so that she wouldn’t harm herself again. “Noted, in case I want anything, I’ll reach out to you,“ she said swiftly. There was an aching silence, no one dare utter a word but they both knew they wanted to talk, good enough they didn’t. Nurse Sophie was downstairs, she had her eyes star