Love the disabled tycoon

The night was late at the Theophilus family estate-the leading clan of New York-which was still busy seeing off guests. In the wedding suite upstairs, Giselle Yashashree had not yet removed her bridal gown. She sat on the bed, anxiously clenching her hands.

An unknown amount of time passed before a sound came from outside the door. Giselle's entire body grew tense, and the image of a man sitting in a wheelchair was a mere blur in her downcast eyes. She could not see the man's features clearly as the lights in the room had been extinguished.

In the darkness, her sense of hearing became incredibly acute, and the sound of him pushing the wheelchair was exceptionally clear. Hearing the movement and vaguely sensing the man's direction, Giselle grew even more nervous. She lightly licked her pink lips and spoke up. "Could you turn on the light? I can't see anything."

"It is very late, and I want to bathe." Reid Theophilus's voice was incredibly cold, as if he had been raised in an ice cellar. The sound alone was enough to make one shiver. For a man with paralyzed legs who never left the house to meet anyone and lived in gloom all day, saying he had emerged from an ice cellar was an understatement.

Hearing Reid's words, Giselle hesitated. There were only the two of them in the room, and since his legs were not functional, he clearly meant for her to help him bathe. However, she had not yet processed the fact that he had become her husband.

Seeing Giselle remain motionless, he spoke again. "Come here and help me."

His voice carried a command that brooked no refusal, and it was several degrees colder than before. An hour ago, the Theophilus family had warned her: if Reid showed even a hint of dissatisfaction, the Yashashree family would not receive a single penny. She had married into the Theophilus family specifically for the money.

Giselle stood up hesitantly. "I haven't even taken off my wedding dress yet, so it's very inconvenient. Who used to help you bathe before? I'll go call them for you."

She wanted to stall. Her mind was becoming increasingly chaotic, so she used what little sobriety she had left to negotiate with him.

"Did no one tell you why I married you?" He had lost the last of his patience and pushed his wheelchair closer to press her.

It was true that no one had told her. She had been busy with the wedding all day, and it wasn't until she was sent to this room that she realized her husband wasn't the second young master of the Theophilus family, Flynn Theophilus. The Theophilus family members had only given her a few threats so she wouldn't provoke Reid.

Initially, her mother thought it was a stroke of luck that the Theophilus family accepted her as a daughter-in-law. If she became a wealthy young mistress, the family company could receive help from the Theophilus family to overcome its current crisis. She just never expected the person she married would be the wheelchair-bound Reid.

He approached so closely that she could feel the coldness radiating from him. She could refuse to accept this marriage; after all, the Theophilus family had committed marriage fraud. She could leave the Theophilus family house right now.

Having made her decision, Giselle straightened her back and gathered the courage to speak. "I didn't know the person I was marrying was you."

"If you want to get out, then get out quickly." His icy voice was laced with impatience. This wife wasn't the person he wanted to marry either.

Giselle could have walked away, but her feet felt glued to the floor. She had married into the Theophilus family for her mother and for the Yashashree family company. If she left now, everything would be destroyed.

What should she do? Spend the rest of her life with a man in a wheelchair, or let the Yashashree family decline and watch her mother wash her face with tears?

Thinking of this, she slowly stepped toward Reid. Her voice was clear as she accepted her fate. "I will help you bathe."

Inside the wedding suite, she saw Reid push his wheelchair toward the bathroom without looking at her. Giselle took off her wedding dress first and changed into a nightgown.

Helping someone else bathe was a first for Giselle. However, she usually bathed the dog at home, so helping Reid would probably be similar. She filled the bathtub with water first.

The bathroom wasn't brightly lit, with only a faint fluorescent light on the wall. This light was perfect for Giselle; she could see the silhouette of the person but not his face clearly, which helped avoid embarrassment.

By the dim light, Reid saw her exquisite, lovely, heart-shaped face. She seemed very thin, and when she leaned over, her sexy collarbones were visible. She put her hand in the tub to test the temperature, patiently mixing the hot water.

Once the water was ready, she turned back to look at him with almond eyes and a cute nose and mouth. The steam flushed her face a rosy red, like a lotus flower floating on the water.

Giselle bit her lip and finally managed to squeeze out a few words. "Um, do you need my help to undress as well?"

After saying those words, Giselle wished she could bite her tongue. She should have just stood aside like a wooden statue, waiting for his orders before taking any action.

"Come here," Reid spat out those few words.

She did not know why he was so cold. Even when he said nothing, it was enough to strike fear into Giselle's heart. She took agonizingly slow steps toward him and reached out to help him undress.

As for the trousers...

"Can you take off your trousers yourself?" The moment she asked this, she immediately felt regret. A person with paralyzed legs could likely only manage to undress their upper body alone.

Reid did not answer her question; he simply stared at her intently while she remained motionless. To help him remove his trousers, would she have to support him so he could stand up?

"Can you hold onto the wheelchair to stand?" Giselle looked at him, completely flustered. This was the only solution she could think of. If the lights had been bright enough, he would have seen her face flushed deep red.

Seeing that Reid did not speak, she stepped forward to support him. Supporting him required immense effort, and her entire body swayed unsteadily.

She gritted her teeth and asked, "You are so heavy. How many people usually help you bathe?"

When he didn't answer, she continued, "If I have to help you bathe from now on, I'll have to find a way. Maybe buy you a cane."

"Get out." Reid's voice was like ice as he flung away the hands that were touching him.

Suddenly, the air seemed to freeze over. The last syllable of her sentence was cut short, and she had to swallow her words. Pushed by him, she stumbled and fell forward, her head slamming into the edge of the bathtub.

"It hurts." She knitted her brows tightly, reaching up to rub her forehead with a groan.

Without any warning, Reid had flown into a rage and shoved her away. Because of where she fell, her forehead had struck the rim of the tub. At that moment, Giselle felt her head spin. She didn't even realize how her words had offended him as her vision gradually went dark.