Hugo wouldn’t dare to complain; he wished he could enjoy such treatment every day! "Miss Hollis, I’ll trouble you then." Lan Yancy calmly listened to the two engage in polite banter. Anyway, he had found an excuse for himself and could disappear. Marcus’s eyes spun around, and then he let out a yawn. "Then, Daddy, Mommy, goodnight." Hugo’s lips curved slightly; such a good boy. After Marcus left, there were soon only two people here. Eleanor Hollis helped Hugo upstairs and then went to the bathroom to run hot water. Worried that Hugo’s arm might get wet, she intended only to wipe him down. But Hugo refused, saying he’d sweated too much and simply using a towel wouldn’t clean him properly. Eleanor bit her lip and grabbed the shower head. "Mr. Quinn, just sit there. I’ll use this to shower you." Hugo reluctantly agreed and then sat on a slightly higher stool. Eleanor’s hands trembled as she helped him take off his suit, followed by the shirt underneath. In no time, Hugo’s bare chest appeared before her. He had a great physique, with firm muscles that made her want to poke them, but she restrained herself. Hugo raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of amusement, curious to see her reaction. Eleanor’s face indeed turned red, and she awkwardly fumbled with his belt. A gentle flick upward, and the belt loosened. The suit pants came down, revealing a pair of boxers. Eleanor didn’t dare glance in that direction, grabbing the shower head to start rinsing him. Hugo’s throat moved, and he slowly narrowed his eyes. He suddenly regretted his decision somewhat; having Eleanor bathe him was a sweet torment, but it seemed she hadn’t realized this. Eleanor promptly squeezed some body wash onto a bath scrub and gently rubbed it on his body. "There’s still one spot to wash." Hugo held back all his thoughts, feeling a rush of heat boiling throughout his body. Eleanor’s face turned even redder, with even her neck flushed. "Mr. Quinn, use your left hand; it’s fine, you can wash it. I’ll wash the other parts." Hugo saw the heat on her face was about to evaporate him and knew this was the limit. His eyes flashed with amusement. Eleanor lowered her head, not daring to watch his actions, keeping the shower head in her hand. Her fingertips brought a fiery trail on his back, making Hugo feel he was about to explode. Eleanor also felt very embarrassed; bathing a man was something she’d never done before. She accidentally glimpsed Hugo’s very spirited area and felt her hand burn, nearly dropping the shower head. Hugo squinted, continually calming his emotions. Finally done bathing, it was half an hour later. Eleanor went to the room to find new boxers, turned her head away, and handed them over. "Mr. Quinn, put this on first." Hugo found it amusing; why was she so shy? Hadn’t she seen this in the five years with Nathaniel Quinn? But thinking this, his heart felt a bit blocked, losing the desire to tease her. He changed out of the wet pants and wrapped the towel she brought around himself. After all this trouble, his face had a pallor. Now he truly felt a bit dizzy. "Let me help you lie down; tonight, you mustn’t move your arm, or the wound will split." "Then watch over me; otherwise, I sleep restlessly." Hugo slowly said, lying down on the bed. Eleanor obediently found a chair, came over, and sat beside him. "Sleep, I’ll be here watching." Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵 Hugo raised an eyebrow with satisfaction, thinking this wasn’t too bad. He really was quite tired, but with Eleanor beside him, he didn’t want to sleep. Occasionally, he deliberately shook his hand, startling Eleanor into quickly pressing down his arm, fearing he’d move it. Hugo’s lips curved; he liked the way Eleanor cared about him. In the next few instances, every time he saw Eleanor about to doze off, he deliberately shook his arm a little. Eleanor would always, half-asleep, press down his arm, preventing him from moving. After seven or eight times, Hugo could no longer resist sleep and fell asleep. Eleanor also collapsed headfirst at his side, too exhausted; indeed, his sleep was very restless. In the morning, Hugo was the first to awaken. He felt someone by his hand and lifted his head, seeing Eleanor lying on the bed. His heart softened a bit; he wanted to lift her onto the bed but couldn’t due to his injured arm lacking strength. He merely found a blanket to cover her with and lowered his head to plant a kiss on her hair. Eleanor seemed to sense it. When he lowered his head, she had already woken up. Hugo didn’t feel awkward, noticing the dark circles under her eyes and smiled. "Thanks for your help last night. Why don’t you sleep on the bed for a while?" Eleanor saw his wound was still fine and breathed a sigh of relief. "Mr. Quinn, the doctor will come to change the dressing later; I have to wait until he comes before catching up on sleep." She was indeed still very tired and glanced at her phone; it was already ten, and she guessed the doctor would arrive soon. "Then let’s go downstairs and have some breakfast together." Hugo pulled her downstairs, his steps light, as if he wasn’t injured at all. Eleanor looked less spirited, their states completely reversed. As they sat at the dining table, the kitchen promptly brought out breakfast. Marcus had already been taken to school by Lan Yancy and wasn’t at the villa. After Eleanor had a sip of porridge, she remembered she also had to go to work today. She stood up, ready to rush out in a hurry. Hugo grabbed her wrist; what could be more important than staying to take care of him? "I’ve already missed the clock-in time at work. If I don’t go, I’ll be scolded." Hugo twitched his mouth, rubbed his temples with his other hand. "Your supervisor is right here; who would dare scold you? Your recent task is taking care of my wounds until they’re healed." Eleanor’s head finally buzzed, right; Hugo was indeed her supervisor. She relaxed her mind and sat back down with a lingering fear. "I was scared to death just now." Hugo’s mouth curved, placing an egg beside her. Seeing how inconvenient he was, Eleanor confirmed she couldn’t go to work. He was injured because of her, and she had to care for him properly. She picked up the egg, tapped it on the table, and peeled off the shell. "President Quinn, I’d like to take a few days off; would you not dock my pay?" Hugo raised an eyebrow and slowly smiled. "Okay, if you take good care of me, you can even get a raise." As a CEO, he was entitled to be capricious. Eleanor had no illusions about a raise; not docking her pay was already great.