43 Do You Love Me

Harper’s POV

I had an IV in my arm, and the maid brought in some medication, explaining how to use it. The ointment had to be applied by wearing gloves and using my fingers to reach inside my v.agina. The thought made me feel embarrassed, but I knew I had to do it myself.

I didn’t want a stranger maid to help me, nor Marco—I didn’t want to endure another humiliating situation.

After she helped me eat some food, she removed the IV. I felt sweaty from lying down all day, and I wanted to get up to shower and apply the medication.

I overestimated myself. As soon as I stood up, pain shot between my legs. I couldn’t keep my balance and fell hard to the floor.

“Bang—” The door burst open. Marco rushed in, the door swaying from the force of his kick.

“I don’t need you; I can get up myself.” I pushed his hand away.

“You can get up?” His mocking tone made my face burn. He had a half-smoked cigarette hanging from his lips, and he slipped his arm around my waist to lift me.

“Get away from me.” I