Chapter 8 Come Here and Dry My Hair
Isabella Gomez frowned at Jonathan Sanders, "When you were pulling me just now, your strength was so great. You should be able to bathe yourself without much trouble, right?"
Jonathan Sanders's dark eyes narrowed slightly, "I believe I've already paid you for your services as a caregiver. This is what you're supposed to do."
Their gazes clashed, neither willing to back down. For a moment, it seemed as if sparks were flying.
"Fine." In the end, Isabella Gomez couldn't outdo Jonathan Sanders and had to concede. Resigned, she pushed him towards the bathroom.
After all, she was in his debt.
As they passed by the table, Isabella Gomez casually grabbed a pair of sunglasses and put them on.
The bathroom was a chaotic place, with just the two of them. Alt
