Best Revenge: Being My Ex-Boyfriend’s Aunt

Charity hesitated for a few seconds before extending her hand. "I'll help you there."

"No. I'll wear my prosthetic and go myself." No matter how thick-skinned Chester was, he still felt embarrassed.

Besides, he could not trouble Charity too much. What if she thought he was a bother when they had just started dating?

"Forget it. Wearing the prosthetic takes so much time, and you'll need time to take it off again later." Charity flipped the blanket open and extended her hands to help him. "Stop wasting time. You were the one who wanted to cling to me. Are you going to refuse my help for your entire life?"

Her words were too straightforward.

Chester was speechless, but he eventually placed his arm on her shoulder and leaned against her to stand up.

Charity circled her arm around his waist and supported him.

Chester's waist trembled.

He then quickly calmed down and secretly glanced at Charity. Seeing that she did not seem to notice it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he got to the bathroom, Chester shut the door immediately. After all, he still had his image to maintain.

However, he had a fever and was feeling weak all over. When he was about to open the door after using the bathroom, he suddenly lost strength and fell.noveldrama

He knocked over a shelf, chair, and basket in a hurry, which made a loud noise. Charity, who had been waiting outside, was startled. Without caring so much, she quickly opened the door and went inside.

She saw Chester sprawled awkwardly on the ground with his pants still not on properly. His face was flushed red and filled with frustration. "I was careless. Just leave me be and go out."

Seeing him like that, Charity could not describe the feeling in her heart. She felt bitter, pain, and slight discomfort.

"Alright. Don't talk." Charity went in and placed Chester's arm around her neck to help him up.

Chester put his pants on properly right away.

After going out, he went to the bed and covered half his face with the blanket. He did not speak.

Chester felt utterly embarrassed.

He had been arrogant all his life and did not expect to end up so pathetic.

Who would have known that it would be so inconvenient to lose a leg?

"Are you regretting it?" Charity's voice rang in his ears. "Regret what?"

"Rescuing me." It was Charity's first time realizing how inconvenient life was without one leg.

She could not fathom living her life each day like that if it were her.

"Don't talk nonsense," Chester said. "I don't regret it at all. You wouldn't have forgiven me if I didn't sacrifice this leg to save you, and we wouldn't have gotten back together. I just thought I looked embarrassing just now. I thought that after we started dating, I would still look handsome and well-dressed with a prosthetic and pants on. But who knew I would end up so useless after catching a cold? However, my body is still healthy. I don't catch a cold often, so I shouldn't need you to take of me frequently in the future. I won't be a burden to you-"

"Stop talking."

Suddenly, Charity bent over and hugged him. She said in a low voice, "I don't think you're a bother, but you did look ugly when you fell. I never thought that the high and mighty Chester would become so miserable. Let me witness that more in the future when the chance comes. I quite like seeing you embarrassed."

"Charity..." Chester's face heated up, and there was a hint of helplessness and exasperation in his voice.

"Be good. Lie down and go to sleep." Charity yanked the blanket covering his face down. "Don't suffocate yourself. I'll get an ice pack for you. Tell me where you're feeling uncomfortable."

"Okay," Chester replied. Then, he tugged her hand and looked at her affectionately. "I love you, Charity."