Chapter One Hundred Six

"You don't have to wash the dishes, Hans."

But he didn't listen to Warren's ban. His hands are still moving to clean all the plates, other cutlery. Even though the man repeatedly restrained him, he was still stubborn. Warren couldn't pull the plate out of his hand because when they argued it might break and hurt him. Well, Warren avoided the worst.

"Hans..."

"Just a little more, Warren. There, don't bother me."

Warren sighed. He rubbed his face in frustration. He couldn't stop Hans. This is his house, and he is his guest. He couldn't let him do something that he had to do himself. Even though he had given several reasons for him to stop, the doctor ignored him. He came up with a reason for him to quit, but he wouldn't. Just use it as a threat. That might work.

"Hans, if you don't stop right now… I'll kiss you."

Hans glanced at him with a frown on his forehead. "I was just washing the dishes, Warren. Why are you even talking like that?"