Chapter 917 I’m Sleeping in the Bed Too

• By rights, with an open wound on his arm, Zachary Manson shouldn’t be showering. Even if he wrapped the injured arm well, water could still get in.
• Cerys Penrose had planned to tell him to skip it for now, but she knew he was a neat freak to the core. If he didn’t shower, he wouldn’t sleep a wink tonight. So she let it go.
• She really did know Zachary. If he couldn’t shower, he’d be miserable. So he went into the bathroom alone and, like a one-armed swordsman, struggled through a quick rinse.