KARA’s POV
Joey had offered that I tagged along but I refused saying he should spend all the time he needed with his brother since it had been a long while.

While I was making a phone call inquiring about the main vendors for the wedding, I suddenly slipped and fell hard, landing on the floor. I quickly ended the call, being welcomed by the pain on my right ankle.

I grimaced as I tried to get back on my feet. Ah! It hurt like hell. Had I twisted my ankle?

I held on to the railings for support but I could not move the ankle. At that very moment, Joey and Julian entered the house, laughing and talking about something.

They immediately rushed over to me in panic.

"What's wrong baby?" Joey asked holding me by the waist.

"I.. I think I may have gotten my ankle injured. I fell"

"Wow. Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Joey asked.

"No.. No I'm fine. I don't think its really severe"

"Well you should sit down first," Julian chipped in. "I'll go get some ice."

And then he went into the kitchen.

Joey carried me into his arms to the living room. Julian returned with an ice pack and Joey used it on me for about fifteen minutes.

Julian offered,"Maybe I should go to a pharmacy to get some drugs to help with the pain?"

"That would be great," Joey replied.

I opened my eyes around 8am the next morning. Joey was already gone. He told me the previous night that I shouldn't get up to fix anything for him because of my injury and added that I should rest and wake up when I wanted.

I looked at my sore and swollen ankle and frowned. I hated injuries like these.

I dragged my feet to the bathroom with much difficulty to brush my teeth and wash my face.

While I was tying my hair, I heard a tap on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled.

The door opened, revealing Julian in an orange T-shirt and boxer shorts. He stood at the door looking at me.

"Well you're finally up," he said.

"Someone's not naked this morning," I told him.

He gave a small smile. "Shirtless. Not naked. Anyways, I'm only here because Joey practically begged me to."

"To do what?" I raised a brow.

"To take care of you, duh. Who else is gonna?"

Only then did I notice he had a compression wrap with him.

"Well are you just gonna stand there?"

He walked over to me and knelt in front of me, taking my ankle gently.

While watching, I said, "Better be gentle. Don't make it worse."

"Shhhh," he placed a finger over his lips."Do not tell me what to do."

How dare he?

Taking the compression wrap out of the packaging, he un rolled it and placed a small section of the cloth and started wrapping till my heel, foot and ankle was completely covered.

"I think its a minor sprain so it should be healed in about two or three weeks, hopefully.You're welcome."

"Thanks for your services, doctor." I said.

"My job here is done,"

He stood to his feet, walking to the door and I stood up as well following him.

He spun around.

"Where do you think you're going to?"

"I'm the housewife, remember?Who's gonna do all the chores?"

"You shouldn't be moving around. You should rest." He paused. "Tell me what I need to do, and I'll help ya."

I chuckled. "Think you're up for it?"

"My Mom raised only two boys so yes she imbibed some good values into us. I know my way around house chores."

"Okay, kind sir. Let's start with the living room then."

I came out of my bedroom after putting it in order and drawing a bath and found the living room rather spotless. Wow.

Julian did a great job. I didn't expect that. I heard humming in the kitchen and dragged myself over there, holding things to assist myself. God, it hurt so bad.

I found him shirtless again while frying some eggs and bacon. This guy.

"Wow Julian, did you work as a houseboy before now? The house is spotless," I told him with a smile.

He barely looked at me and said, "That's the thank you I get?"

"Thank you, Julian. It means a lot."

"That's more like it."

"Is this breakfast for us?" I came closer to him to have a look.

"What else does it look like? You should go sit down."

"Did you have to take off your clothes though?"

He turned to me suddenly, barely an inch away from me, staring down at me hard.

"Why? Does my body bother you?"

I took in my breath sharply and then cleared my throat before saying, " Of course, it does not."

"Are you sure?" He gave the most sexiest smirk I had ever seen. "Your lips say that but your eyes say something else"

I blinked a few times and pushed him lightly on the chest. "Don't get ahead of yourself. This isn't your house so its improper when you're half naked."

He reached out and patted my head a little. "You just pushed me as an excuse to touch me, am I right?"

"You're so full of yourself. Just shut up," I scowled at him.

We had breakfast together and it felt really good. I couldn't remember when last I sat to have breakfast with Joey and enjoy a good meal.

Plus, he never cooked or helped me around the kitchen. It was a wonder Julian was such a good cook.

"So how many percent do you rate this cooking?" Julian was asking me.

I took a spoonful before saying, "Well... I give you a 5"

"A five?" He scoffed. "I could literally open a restaurant with my cooking."

I chuckled. "Okay, an eight. Happy now?"

"Why not a ten?" He raised a brow.

"Why did you give me a headache the last time we were at the kitchen together?" I asked instead, ignoring his question.

"Because you were so bossy. Plus, I didn't really know how to cook that particular food. Its that simple."

"Uh huh," I paused. "By the way, I was thinking you could put your writing into good use. Whatcha say?"

"Huh?" His brows were furrowed.