Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart
Chapter 916 Won't You Help?

When Ezra and Maisie got home, the child was already asleep.

Nancy let Daisy go to rest first, and she stayed in the living room on the first floor waiting for Ezra and Maisie.

As soon as they entered the house, Nancy hurriedly asked with concern, "How is your arm?"

"It's no big deal."

Ezra said while looking at Maisie, concealing from Nancy that he also had a few stitches. He didn't want to make Nancy feel worse.

Nancy wanted to take a closer look at Ezra's injury, but she couldn't see it because it had been bandaged up. Instead, she went to the kitchen and brought out two bowls of ginger soup, "Come on, have it. Get some warm."

Maisie was moved by Nancy's carefulness. "Thank you."

After drinking the ginger soup, Ezra said to Maisie, "Change your clothes. Take a hot bath."

She was so thinly dressed that Ezra was worried about even if she had been in the car.

Maisie looked at him and said, "You, too. You need some rest."

Maisie intended for Ezra to go upstairs and change into clean clothes, but Ezra completely got her wrong. He smiled mischievously and said to her, "Me, too? I'd love that. After all, I can't wash it myself. " He said such ambiguous words in front of Nancy, and Maisie flushed and stared awkwardly at him speechless for a moment.

He must be crazy. Nancy was still here!!!

But Ezra was very calm and didn't care at all. He just stared at Maisie, like a lion ready to eat his prey.

Nancy stood out to relieve embarrassment for Maisie. She patted Ezra, and pretended to be annoyed, "Why are you so shameless? I'm still here!"

Ezra pulled Maisie upstairs, with a bright smile on his face. On the third floor, Maisie immediately withdrew her hand and went into the dressing room alone. But how could Ezra let her go? He followed her while Maisie had to snap, "Rascal."

Ezra looked innocent, "I really can't wash it by myself. I can't move this arm, let alone take a bath." Wait, who was linking arms with Maisie in the car a few moments ago?

"Could you go out for a moment? I need to change." Maisie glanced at him, halfway unzipping her dress.

Ezra was upset because he couldn't do anything when he was so close to the pretty woman he loved. He was so discouraged the next moment when he cut a glance at his arm. What could he do with an injury on his arm? So, he dragged himself out of the dressing room.

After Maisie finished, she went to the bathroom. Ezra then came in to change.

However, as soon as he tried to unbutton his shirt with his uninjured hand, he paused. He went out as if nothing had happened and waited on the sofa in the living room. He needed to pretend to be weak and helpless.

He called Phil and planned to talk to Phil about Anna's letter.

But as soon as Phil answered the phone, Ezra heard his bad tone, "Come on, dude. Calling me now? Where's your wife?"

Phil obviously meant that Ezra's call disturbed his sex.

When Ezra thought that Phil had a lovely wife in his arms every night, he became mad with jealousy and simply talked back, "What do you think I can do now?"

Phil laughed at him in a free manner, "Sorry, I forgot. You are still on your examination time."

Being disturbed, Phil became meaner, "It's really hard not to drive on the road when you've got the license."

Ezra was furious. Enough of the sarcasm! Were all lawyers mean?

"Come on, what's wrong?" Phil knew that Ezra didn't call in the middle of the night to chat.

Ezra told Phil about the night. When Phil heard that Ezra was hurt, his tone became solemn, "How is the injury?"

Although they always criticized each other, they were still good friends. No matter which one of them was in trouble, the others would not sit idly by.

"It doesn't matter. It's a skin-deep wound." Ezra replied with ease.

"I will follow up on these things as soon as I'm in the office tomorrow. That crazy witch is fucking dead this time."

Ezra didn't say anything more to Phil in order to give him more time to enjoy his sweet night.

Coming out of the bathroom, Maisie found Ezra sitting on the sofa in the living room. She frowned slightly, "You didn't change?"

"I can't take the clothes off myself." Ezra sighed helplessly.

Maisie stared at him in disbelief. He was hurt in one arm. Was it so serious that he couldn't even take off his clothes? But thinking that he was hurt to protect her, Maisie could not ignore him anyway. So she tightened her pajamas and walked over, "Let me help."

Ezra stood up obediently. From the suit on the outside to the shirt on the inside, Maisie made every move very carefully for fear of touching his wound.

But at the end of the shirt button, Maisie only felt short of breath. She tried to keep her eyes focus on the button, not to look at the man's body.

"Well, you can do the rest yourself." She couldn't help him with the belt and trousers and flushed with just a glance at some of his reactions. What was this idiot thinking all day?

Seeing his wife running faster away, Ezra could only take off the rest of his clothes, struggled to wrap himself in his pajamas, and walked to the bathroom.

"Won't you help?" At the bathroom door, he asked the woman on the sofa.

Maisie took a deep breath, came up to him, and said, "How?"

"Hold the shower head for me?"

So, he wanted Maisie to watch him take a bath all the way. Funny.

Although they had sex before, and they were now a legitimate couple, psychologically, Maisie could not get through it. She did not regard Ezra as her real husband, so she could not accept doing such intimate things with him.

"Just kidding. I can do it myself." Ezra saw her embarrassment at a glance and decided to let her go.

Maisie breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart, "I'll be right outside. Call me if you need anything."

She said that and walked away quickly.

Cute bunny, no?

K