“Everything will be okay,” Margot whispered to Harry in the ambulance. “I’ll be right by your side, hon.” She smiled, holding his hand tightly.
Harry groaned, suppressing his screams as he endured the itch and burning sensation in his thing between his thighs. “f**k! Why is this happening? I have to prepare for a business trip in two weeks,” he said, shutting his eyes in discomfort.
Margot sighed. “Stop thinking about work. You have to get better first. I’m sure someone can do it on your behalf,” she commented, wiping Harry’s sweat. “Gosh, you look terrible.”
“This is because of that f*****g cream you gave me!” Harry retorted, glaring at his wife.
Margot covered her mouth in shock, but in reality, she was hiding her grin. “I—It’s not my fault, honey! Besides, I didn’t give it to you. Y
