Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 805 Who Can Resist Such A Damion?

Chapter 805 Who Can Resist Such a Damion?

Ivy grabbed the bag and rushed towards the room. Sharing a room with Damion was putting too much

pressure on her.

Damion didn't mind Ivy's hurried departure. He just shook his head and chuckled as he walked into his

own room. It was getting late and he didn't feel like fussing around anymore, so he decided to stay here

for the night.

Ivy had no idea that Damion had already made up his mind. When she entered the room, she didn't

immediately go to wash up. Instead, she took a quick look around.

She didn't dare wander around or snoop, but simply admired the layout of the room. Ivy had never

been in such a luxurious house before - everything was exquisite beyond imagination.

Once again, she felt how great the difference was between herself and Damion. He seemed like

someone from another world with a huge barrier separating them.

Ivy instantly felt dejected. This feeling wasn't good at all. She couldn't describe her emotions at that

moment. All she knew was that it really hit her hard.

As Ivy walked into the bathroom feeling downcast, embarrassment washed over her when she realized

that there were things in there that she didn't know how to use. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

She wasn't keen on asking Damion for help but also did not want to mess anything up by trying it out

herself. If something broke or got damaged, then not only would it be expensive to replace but also

make her feel guilty about it later on.

After struggling in her room for a while, Ivy finally compromised and came out, ready to find Damion.

However, she didn't see him in the living room and furrowed her brows in confusion. Had Damion

already left? But she hadn't heard any noise.

Ivy wasn't sure if what she was thinking was right or not. Maybe the soundproofing here was too good

for her to hear anything. What should she do now? She probably couldn't take a shower anymore.

Feeling worried, Ivy sighed and decided to just wipe herself down with cold water instead. Otherwise,

she would just sleep on the floor because she didn't want to dirty Damion's bed.

Just as Ivy was about to go back into her room to clean up, she heard the sound of a door opening.

She turned around and saw Damion walking out of his room.

Damion saw Ivy looking at him with suspicion as if she had done something wrong and asked, "What's

wrong?"

Ivy noticed that Damion had changed his clothes and his hair was still dripping wet from taking a

shower. Instantly, her face turned red without warning.

Ivy's mind wandered uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but despise herself for thinking such strange

things.

Damion didn't hear Ivy's response and became even more suspicious.

Finally, after Ivy cleared her head of all the clutter, she stuttered, "Um... I don't know how to use it..."

Damion was taken aback and paused before realizing what Ivy meant by "it."

He chuckled helplessly and said, "Sorry, I didn't explain it clearly to you."

Ivy felt as though her heart had been struck by something. There was a strange sensation that crept

into her heart – a sweet feeling.

It was odd but pleasant to feel that Damion wasn't disgusted with her ignorance. He was so gentle with

her.

Ivy felt like she was done for.

Who could resist someone like Damion?