My Disabled CEO Stood up And Kissed Me (Natalie)

Chapter 156 Why Don't You Give Yourself To Her

Chapter 156 Why Don't You Give Yourself To Her

Natalie spoke it out shockingly, making Kendrick stunned obviously.

After a long while, he leaned forward and raised her chin slightly. He narrowed his black eyes and

asked, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

She nodded in affirmation, "I do!"

And then she reached out and patted his chest.

There were a few muffled sounds.

She felt completely different compared to hers.

"A cup!" She chuckled and then laughed.

Kendrick was not annoyed. Suddenly, he held her hand and let his deep eyes fix on her. He uttered a

few words with his thin lips, "The shirt is taken off. Then what?"

As she was half-drunk and half-sober, thinking slower than usual, she saw that he just took her hand

and pulled it all the way down.

At that time, she suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

The memory of that night was rather overwhelming.

He just coaxed her in the same way as now.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you want to help me take a bath?" said he calmly.

She didn't say yes at all though.

"I'll fill the bathtub then!" Suddenly she broke free from him. She got up with her hands on the ground

and staggered into the bathroom.

Filling the bathtub was the first thing to do before taking a shower.

He pursed his lips slightly and put the tip of his tongue on his palate. After paused for a while, he took

his clothes and followed her to the bathroom.

The air was thick with moisture.

Natalie squatted on the floor and stretched out her hands to paddle in the water.

The temperature was just right.

She turned her face and found that Kendrick had supported himself to sitting on the marble platform by

the edge of the huge jacuzzi.

"The water... is ready!" said she.

"Right." he replied to her lightly and called her again, "Nat, come here."

She put her hands on the edge of the bathtub and moved herself over.

He stepped on the ground with his knees naturally against her. He told her patiently, "And pants should

also be taken off when taking a shower."

The water temperature in the bathroom was rather high and the alcohol had already reached her

central nervous system. Natalie felt that there seemed to be a humming sound in her ears. Before she

could understand what he meant, her hand was pulled by him.

His hand pressed lightly on her small head and his voice was so deep as if he were playing a magic

flute with demagogic power. He said half gently and half commandingly, "Loosen the belt!"

His metal belt had a unique structure. The water vapor was boiling in the bathroom.

It blurred her vision and she said blankly, "I can't see!"

"Get closer then."

At the moment, he came up with many evil and unknown thoughts.

He let his gazes, which were as dark as ink, fixed on her deep eyes.

The metal buckle was finally undid.

He continued to coax her patiently, "The Zip."

She looked up to him, "Done."

Her fair face was more beautiful than the snow and her cheeks were so delicate that it was going to

drip fresh ruby red wine. Her lips had the color of plums.

Kendrick put his finger on her lips and said, "And something more!"

Natalie was stunned for a while and then she pushed him away suddenly, "No." She added in a low

voice, "Don't show it!"

She thought that boys must protect themselves.

Their underpants could not be taken off casually, nor the protected area be seen by others easily.

There was a slight smile playing round his lips. He took advantage of her lack of consciousness and

said brazenly, "You have seen it before."

"I haven't." She argued with him hurriedly, like a wronged child.

She stepped back in a hurry but was held up by his knees. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

He held her small earlobe with his hands and asked vaguely, "Aren't you curious?"

She shook her head and said seriously, "I know what it is like."

There was a sudden pain in her earlobe as he pressed his hand hard. He asked in a deep voice,

"Whose have you seen?"

She felt the pain, "The David... Sculpture!"

It was in all art textbooks.

Everyone had seen it.

He let go of his hand.

As her ears hurt by him, she shook off his hand angrily and stepped back. She touched the switch of

the shower accidentally and the cold water poured directly on her head. She screamed and looked

extremely awkward.

He wanted to turn off the switch.

With a pain in her forehead, she just threw the shower away which directly hit him on the head.

And the cold water also poured him all over.

...

Kendrick had learned his lesson.

His forehead was hit.

And the cold water made him drenched even.

It was rather freezing.

What had happened just taught him that don't have wrong intentions to his wife when she was

unconscious, as no one knew what she would do.

He felt it easier to get round her when she was sober.

Natalie even asked him the next morning, "Why does your forehead become red?"

"I hit it!" He just said lightly.

It would be better not to talk too much about it.

Otherwise, once she remembered what had happened, she might ignore him for a few days.

"I'm going to do recovery training today." He changed the topic, "It is all right that Brock keeps my

company. You can have some rest at home!"

And then he coughed.

He was freezing to death last night.

"Did you catch a cold?"

"No. My throat feels funny." He said, "Make some chicken soup for me and wait for me to come back!"

"All right. Just train according to the plan and don't you dare overload yourself."

He dare not do so.

If he misplaced accidentally again, he was afraid that she might slap him.

...

Dr. Stein had traveled far across the ocean from Winford and had been the main physician for

Kendrick's rehabilitation training for five years.

At last, he had seen the hope recently.

He suggested that Kendrick try standing and walking after half a month's recovery period.

"That long?" asked Kendrick.

Cayden said sincerely, "Your wife also has the same suggestion."

"So be it then!"

Cayden was speechless, "..."

As the training was almost over, Owen sent the test report and analyzed various physical indicators for

Kendrick. He said that he would leave Hamgrad in mid-November and come back in January next year.

Kendrick said that Dr. Gentry had been working rather hard during that time. If Dr. Gentry needed

anything, he would try his best to help if he could.

Owen thanked him for his kindness. As a big picture thinker and a doctor, he said that what he most

hoped was that Kendrick could recover early.

Kendrick thought secretly, "You just make me awkward as you are so good with words, don't you?"

Owen paused. Something occurred to his mind instead and he asked, "Do you know Melvin?"

"What happens to him?"

"He came here recently to have surgery to restore his hand sensation, but it didn't work well. Yesterday

he asked his men to make a fuss here and punched the attending doctor." Owen frowned deeply and

said, "Now the doctor has multiple fractures all over his body."

Kendrick was speechless, "..."

He raised his hand and pressed the place between his eyebrows, "I will arrange to deal with it."

After Owen left, Kendrick called Edgar, "Edgar, might I trouble you for something?"

Hearing what Kendrick had said, Edgar replied to him respectfully and then he asked, "Shall I tell Mr.

Seth about it?"

"Not for now."

"All right, Mr. Ramsey!"

"Well, let me know if anything happens."

Kendrick hung up the phone and then looked up to Brock, asking, "Did Melvin lose his hand?"

"The surgery failed and his hand became even worse than before. He could hardly feel it." said Brock.

Kendrick was silent.

Brock took the opportunity and said, "But your surgery was a great success. Thank God and thank Dr.

Gentry!"

After saying that, he found that his boss was looking up to him and didn't seem to agree with what he

had said.

Brock touched his head.

Did he say something wrong?

Kendrick beckoned Brock to squat down and patted him on the shoulder, "And there is also a person

you have to express your gratitude!"

But no warned, no fault.

"Is it Mrs. Ramsey?" Brock finally remembered, "It's really hard for her to take care of you."

Kendrick propped on his elbow and thought about something, "But I haven't figured out a gift for her."

He had bought a plane ticket for Owen to come back. After all, the tickets were in short supply in those

days, so he just used his connections to book first-class tickets from the intranet to solve Owen's

worries.

But what should he give to Natalie?

He really hadn't found it out yet.

Brock touched the back of his head. Suddenly, he had some enlightenments at the moment and

suggested, "Why don't you give yourself to her?"