"Don't tell me you still can't move your hands," Allison scolded Kace as she helped him out of bed. It was already 8 a.m., and with a class in two hours, she was in a hurry. But, as usual, Kace was intentionally making things difficult by insisting she do everything for him.
"Have you ever broken a rib before to know how long it takes to heal?" he questioned, his eyes narrowing in a mock glare. He tried to keep a serious expression, but the subtle grin tugging at the corners of his lips gave him away.
He couldn't help but enjoy watching her grow more frustrated as she struggled to support his weight, guiding him toward the bathroom.
"Just shut up and let me help you," she snapped. Once she helped him into the bathroom, she added, "I will get the housekeeper to come wash you up quickly."
Kace grimaced.
Since he was pretending to have broken a rib, Allison believed it was the housekeeper who always washed him every morning.