Chapter 6 Don't Touch Me With Your Filthy Hand

"You're really horny! You want to take off all my clothes? My dear brother can't satisfy you, can he?" Jack taunted. 'What?

That's what he thinks of me?' Emma couldn't believe her ears.

She glared at him, clenching her fists.

"You are a maniac! Take off your pants by yourself. Don't expect me to serve you!" she snapped.

"You'll never get away from me if you don't serve me well. Think about it, who should be blamed for my crippled legs?" Jack said, tapping the armrest of his wheelchair.

Taking a deep breath, Emma put her trembling hands on his pants, but unable to make a further action.

Finally, she unbuttoned the belt and quickly took off his suit pants with her eyes closed.

"Go on." Jack's cold voice came from above.

Emma opened her eyes and looked away.

"What?" Jack asked in a hoarse voice.

Emma stood up, turned to the other side and said, "I've done my job. Now you should get in and take a shower."

"If I can walk into the bathtub by myself, why would I need you here? Being the background plate?" taunted Jack. He then demanded, "Take me to the bathtub."

After a long time of silence, given that he still couldn't walk by himself, she gave in. So she squatted beside him and whispered, "Come on, Lean on me."

Jack snorted and came to her slowly, putting his arms around her.

Then Emma grabbed his hands, wrapped her arm around his waist, and supported him towards the bathtub.

The warmth of his body came through her clothes and passed to her. The friction between their skins seemed to heat up the entire space. Her cheeks were flushed and her head was a little dizzy.

Jack gazed at Emma and thought, 'She's such a fool.'

Finally, Jack made it to the bathtub. After sitting in, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Emma as if he was waiting for something.

Of course, she knew what he was waiting for. He was waiting for a chance to mock her.

"Hurry up. Do you need me to show you how to bathe?" said Jack coldly.

Emma didn't want to argue with him. The sex in the morning had worn her out.

She squatted beside the bathtub, took the sprinkler to try the temperature, then spraying it on his body. Under the water, his skin looked soft. She rubbed the body wash on his chest and washed it carefully.

Jack could feel a soft hand wandering around his chest like a fish kissing his skin. His eyes shone. He reached out to grab her hands, pressing them on his private part.

"Other parts of my body also need to be cleaned. Hurry up. Don't waste my time."

As her hand was suddenly pressed to that part, Emma was so nervous that she could not help trembling. Then hearing his words, she felt so embarrassed that she stopped.

"Come on, don't pretend to be innocent. We've already had sex. Now you want to pretend you're a virgin? It's too late." scorned Jack.

Being wronged by him, Emma bit her lips and looked at him with her watery eyes, saying nothing.

As Jack looked into her eyes, he felt his heart skipped a beat. Her red lips looked so tempting, and given the fact that she was washing his special area. Jack felt he was turned on.

"Down there." He demanded coldly.

Emma really would rather to die. 'He never made it easy for her.'

She glared at Jack, then put her hands on that area and washed it casually.

Her face was all flushed and so did her ears. The soft part in her hand was becoming hard.

'Asshole! He was really a pervert who thought with his lower half of his body!' She cursed to herself.

Jack leaned back with his eyes closed and uttered a sigh of enjoyment.

But the next moment, her hands moved down to knead his legs. He opened his eyes, stared at her and mocked, "You're really good at saving troubles."

"Your legs are broken, but your hands are not. You can bathe yourself just fine!" Emma burst out.

Raising his brows, Jack stared at her. The bathroom is filled water vapor. Her clothes were all wet and stuck to her torso, demonstrating her curvy figure. Her snow-white chest was tantalizing him, and he really want to reach out to touch her. Finally, he just clenched his fists and did nothing.

Sensing the tension, Emma looked up and saw in his eyes something mysterious and dangerous. She then quickly lowered her head and continued to wash his body.

Though he hadn't stood for a long time, his legs were slender and muscular.

Finally, the shower finished. Emma felt it took forever. She turned around to get a towel, didn't notice what Jack was trying to do.

Holding his hands on the bathtub, Jack tried to stand up and walk out, but his legs still can't function and the floor was so slippery that he was about to fall to the ground.

Emma took the towel and was going to talk to him, but the moment she turned around, she was scared out of her wits for his movement. She hurriedly reached out and tried to hold him.

But Jack had already held the wall with his left hand. He slammed her helping hand away. An anger rose from the bottom of his heart. If it wasn't for this woman, how could he not be able to stand up by himself?

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands." he roared.

Emma froze and looked at him blankly, with her tears gradually coming up, and her heart ached as if it had been cut by a knife. Jack never expected that he would blurt out these words.

Looking at her tearful eyes, he was a little regretful and felt that these words really made no sense. His anger was indeed unreasonable.

But soon he realized that since when did he started to pity her?

"You hang out with my brother every day, which makes every inch of your skin filthy. I wonder if you would also pretend to be innocent when you slept with him." Trying to deny his feelings, he continued to sneer. He put an evil smile on his face to cover his anger. But the images of Emma messing around with his brother kept flashing in his mind, he felt the anger in his heart could not be suppressed any more.

Hearing what he said, Emma felt that she was so offended, that everything she did for him in the past several years was denied. Despite all her kindness, he still thought she was a sophisticated woman who had no shame. She shook with anger, and her face flushed.