Chapter 49 Can't Possibly Need Help to Bathe

Celia was at a loss for words.

"Didn’t you say this was my repayment?" Yardley coughed out.

Celia felt a bit hopeless that he took her joke seriously, but she ended up agreeing when she spotted his wound. She felt she had no choice since he protected her.

Noticing her reluctance, Yardley’s expression darkened. He took the cutlery from her hand and pouted. "I was messing with you. I’ll do it myself."

Celia breathed a sigh of relief. She wondered when this aloof man had learned to crack a joke.

Yardley was really not used to using his left hand and had a lot of difficulty eating the pasta, but once he was done eating, he elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth and praised Celia, saying, "Not bad."

"Good to know you enjoyed it." Celia stood up and started to clear the table.

"Leave it. The housekeeper will clear it up tomorrow. I’m dead tired," Yardley commented while massaging his temples.

"Let me help you to your room then." Celia was also feeling tired and wished to hit the sa