Chapter 72

••• Victoria’s POV ••• When I didn’t follow him, he sighed and asked, “Aren’t you going to help me?” I blinked. Again… WHAT? Should I help him wash himself? “I might open the wounds or wet it.” He then shrugged as he stepped under the showerhead. “Didn’t the doctor say to keep the wounds dry? It’ll be a shame if I need to go back to the hospital again tomorrow.” “Wait!” I rushed to stop him from turning on the shower. The urge to glare and yell at him was so strong, especially when I saw that triumphant smirk he tried to hide but failed; it surprised me that I didn’t combust from anger. But then he was injured because of me, so the least I could do was to help him shower. Since I was about to get under the shower myself, I shucked my clothes and stood naked. The thought of being touched by those rogues made me shudder. I might as well take a shower myself after tending to Damien. I started at his back, mostly using a wet towel as I didn’t want the water from the showerhead to wet his w