On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 144: Chelsea, I’ll Only Have You from Now On

Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Chelsea, I’ll Only Have You from Now On

"Um..." My face couldn’t help but grow hot, and I instinctively looked to Jude Miller for help.

He was the doctor, after all. With his steady hands, he was definitely better suited for this than I was.

But Jude Miller had already put on a pair of sterile gloves and was holding his hands up, looking at me. "What’s wrong? Hurry up and get it off him. If you wait any longer, the scabs will stick to the fabric. Tearing it off then would be agonizing—it could rip off a layer of skin!"

Hearing that, I didn’t dare dawdle any longer. I quickly and carefully continued helping Sebastian Forrest take off his clothes.

By the time I finally managed to peel the shirt away from his wounds, bit by bit, and toss it to the floor, a thin sheen of sweat had already formed on my back.

I had to admit, Dr. Miller was a true professional.

Even though he was an internist, handling a minor issue like a surgical wound was second nature to him.

Before long, all of Sebastian Forrest’s wounds were treated.

"All done."

Jude Miller pulled off his mask and tossed it aside. "The wounds are all treated. They’re just superficial, nothing more than flesh wounds. The bones aren’t injured, so it’s nothing too serious..."

I couldn’t help but breathe a small sigh of relief.

"However—"

But just then, Dr. Miller’s tone shifted. "He has so many wounds that the slightest misstep could lead to infection. If he runs a fever and develops other complications, I’m afraid..."

My heart leaped into my throat. "Then what should we do? Does he need to be hospitalized?"

Sebastian Forrest narrowed his eyes and shot Jude Miller a glare. "Don’t listen to his nonsense. It’s an occupational hazard for doctors. They love to scare people!"

"Hey!" Jude Miller protested immediately. "What kind of patient disrespects his doctor like that! I’m simply explaining the potential risks. Forget it, there’s no talking to you..."

With that, Jude Miller turned to me. "Miss Joyce, you know how incredibly stubborn our Lord Forrest is. Getting him to come to the hospital once a day for a dressing change is out of the question. So, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you with this..."

"Me?" I was a little stunned.

But Jude Miller nodded with great seriousness. "It’s nothing complicated. Just disinfect the wounds and change the dressings twice a day. Also, the wounds can’t get wet. If they get infected and he develops a fever, bring him to the hospital immediately..."

"Okay... I understand." I nodded, a little nervously. It was only after I agreed that I realized something was off...

’Twice a day?’

’And I saw it clearly just now—almost all of Sebastian Forrest’s wounds are on his upper body, a dense, overlapping network of cuts. To apply the medicine, he’d definitely have to take his shirt off...’

"Great!" Jude Miller beamed, immediately handing me a bag of medical supplies. "Then I’ll leave it to you, Miss Joyce."

I had to brace myself and take it. "You’re too kind, Dr. Miller."

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," Dr. Miller said, turning his head.

The door opened, and in walked Henry Paxton, holding a paper bag. "President Forrest, here are your clothes. Shall I help you change?"

As Henry Paxton spoke, he started to take the clothes out of the bag.

But Dr. Miller pressed a hand down on his. "How can you do that with your clumsy hands? What if you touch his wounds?"

Henry Paxton quickly replied, "I’ll be careful..."

Dr. Miller shot him a look, snatched the bag from his hands, and then passed it to me with a grin. "Let’s trouble Miss Joyce instead, shall we?"

If I had my suspicions before, now I was certain. Dr. Miller was doing this on purpose.

’He’s deliberately trying to set me up with Sebastian Forrest...’

But Sebastian Forrest was injured because of me, so I was more than willing to do something for him.

"It’s no trouble." I took the bag and turned to face Sebastian Forrest.

Sebastian Forrest instinctively started to stand up.

"Don’t move," I quickly stopped him. "Just stay seated. You’re too tall when you stand..."

Sebastian Forrest was nearly 1.9 meters tall. Even though I was 1.7, there was still a difference of almost twenty centimeters.

"Let’s go. We’ll wait outside."

Jude Miller clapped Henry Paxton on the shoulder, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Henry Paxton glanced instinctively at Sebastian Forrest. "President Forrest, I’ll be waiting for you by the door then."

Watching them leave, I, who had felt perfectly composed a moment ago, now felt a little awkward being left alone with Sebastian Forrest.

"Could you... lift your arm..."

I unfolded the shirt and started helping Sebastian Forrest put it on, one sleeve at a time. As I was fastening the last buttons, I could feel his gaze on the top of my head, so intense it felt like he was trying to stare a hole right through me.

Just as I finally finished buttoning his shirt and was about to take a step back, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around my waist. "Chelsea, you’re all I have now."

His words made my heart ache.

The hand that was about to push him away froze in place.

"You have to take responsibility for me," Sebastian Forrest said, his hot breath fanning across the back of my ear, making me shiver.

"I... We should get going..."

I quickly took a step back to put some distance between us, feeling the tips of my ears burn.

Sebastian Forrest let out a soft chuckle. Seeing me change the subject, he didn’t press the matter, his smile full of indulgence and affection. "Let’s go, then."

Worried about Sebastian Forrest’s injuries, I decided to temporarily move back into the apartment across from his. It would be more convenient to take care of him that way.

But because everything was so rushed, we had to order takeout for dinner.

After we finished eating, I started clearing the table.

Sebastian Forrest was sitting on the sofa with a laptop in front of him, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

I poured a glass of warm water and placed it in front of him.

"Thanks." Sebastian Forrest looked up, the corners of his lips curving into a smile.

"When will you be done with work?"

"I’m already done." Sebastian Forrest closed his laptop and looked up at me. "What’s wrong?"

I shook my head quickly. "Isn’t it time to change your dressing?"

He was supposed to do it twice a day.

Dr. Miller had been very specific about it before he left.

"Oh..." Sebastian Forrest chuckled softly and made a show of reaching up to unbutton his shirt.

The moment his strong, honey-toned chest was revealed, I quickly averted my gaze. "I’ll go get the medicine..."

By the time I returned, Sebastian Forrest had already taken off his shirt, baring his entire upper body. His chest was powerful, and with every breath, he seemed to radiate raw masculinity.

My face burned, and I quickly looked away again, focusing intently on the medicine in my hands.

Dr. Miller had prescribed quite a few things, but they basically boiled down to a disinfectant for the wounds and an anti-inflammatory powder to sprinkle on them.

I took a deep breath and carefully began to remove the gauze from Sebastian Forrest’s body.

Just then, Sebastian’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and a moment later, he grabbed my hand.

Confused, I looked up, only to meet a pair of deep, brooding dark eyes...

"What’s wrong?"