I Drown in Her Arms

Chapter 2

The next day, while Daniel was asleep, I went to Vanessa to pour out my grievances.

Vanessa gave me an idea.

"Taking care of a patient alone really is exhausting. Why not hire a caregiver?"

But the moment I thought of those female caregivers in TV dramas who turned other people's marriages upside down, I quickly waved the suggestion away.

"No, absolutely not. Young female caregivers know too many tricks. I have only been married for a year."

Vanessa covered her mouth and laughed softly, then tapped my forehead with her slender finger.

"Silly girl. You can hire a male caregiver."

"There are male caregivers?"

"Of course. Plenty of college students can't find work these days. If you offer a high enough salary, won't all those handsome, capable young heartthrobs line up for the job?"

Then she leaned closer, speaking without the slightest restraint. "Besides, how can any device compare to a real, warm body? If you really want comfort, nothing beats the real thing."

Her words were so shameless that my face burned. I wanted to cover her mouth. She really dared to say anything.

I had no idea where to find someone like that, so Vanessa decided to help me all the way and recommended a medical student.

I heard his family ran a clinic, and he knew a little therapeutic massage. He was tall, handsome, and radiating confidence.

After reading his résumé, I was very satisfied. Still, having a stranger suddenly move into our home was not something I could decide without discussing it with Daniel first.

Daniel frowned and asked, "Why not hire a female caregiver?"

I answered him calmly, "If a woman takes care of you, it won't be convenient when you need help bathing or using the bathroom."

He found that reasonable and agreed without thinking too much about it.

That evening, the male caregiver arrived at my home with his luggage.

"Hello, Anna. I'm Ryan Hayes."

He really was tall and handsome. His features and figure were both outstanding, and he seemed full of youthful energy from head to toe.

Just looking at his strong, athletic build made my mind wander. His thighs looked powerful, and the slightly fitted shirt he wore hinted at a firm abdomen beneath. He was, indeed, far more distracting than any object could be.

But that was only a thought.

I was different from Vanessa. She had always effortlessly moved through groups of men and never got attached, choosing only the ones she found easy and fun.

I was already married. I could not allow myself to have other thoughts.