Chapter 70

As such, Cordy promised him, "I'll come tomorrow when I'm finished with work."

"Sure," John replied, grinning without going through the motions of being polite.

He was just… sly!

After Cordy left the hospital, Randy entered the room, groveling. "Mr. Levine."

"Help me to the washroom," John told him.

"But you had the perfect chance… Why didn't you ask the missus to help?"

John shot him a look.

Cowed, Randy quickly corrected himself. "Oh, you're always straightlaced, sir. You'd never mess around."

John scowled even harder—he just did not want Cordy to think that his kidneys were weak if he went to the washroom one too many times.

As Randy helped him to the washroom, John paused.

Randy quickly offered, "Should I help you with your pants, sir?"

He had certainly lost John's 'affection' ever since John became lovesick.

However, he was still a bootlicker when it was necessary, and he would always do so when the opportunity presented itself.

"Get out!" John snapped.

Randy cring