Reborn With a Money-Making System: Ruined Actress to Nation's Treasure-Chapter 162: My Husband Isn’t Impotent?!

When I finally stopped crying, my eyes were so swollen that I had trouble opening them. My head hurt so badly, pounding so hard it felt like it was punishing me for crying too long.

"Here, put this ice on your eyes."

Lando handed me a small cloth bag filled with ice. I took it shyly and pressed it on my eyes one after another.

He was still wearing the shirt that had gotten dirty because my makeup from last night had stained it. But instead of changing clothes, he immediately focused on making me feel better.

He even had asked the maids to prepare ice packs, a light breakfast, and some medicine that had been prescribed by Dr. Mina last night.

"Do you want to change your clothes first?" Lando asked as he pushed his wheelchair forward, carrying a tray with a warm bowl of soup. "I can ask some maids to help you change."

I shook my head slightly and replied in a hoarse voice, "I can change on my own." I took the fresh clothes placed on the bedside table and then asked, "Can I borrow your bathroom?"

"Of course." Lando offered his hand for support as I got down from the bed. But before I could walk, I almost fell to the floor, and Lando quickly pushed me back to sit on the bed.

"My legs... they feel a bit numb," I said, fighting the urge to cry again.

Damn it!

This is exactly why I hate crying.

Once I start, it takes forever to stop!

[Ding! Ding!]

[Random Quest!]

[Quest: Change your clothes in front of Lando!]

[Reward: $100,000]

[Time Limit: 30 minutes.]

This fucking system!

My mood was already terrible, and now Penny wanted to pour gasoline into the fire!

What did she mean I had to change clothes in front of him?! Was she trying to turn me into a stripper or what?!!

And what the hell was with that time limit?! Only thirty minutes?! At least give me more than one hundred grand, damn it!

[Host, you shouldn’t use too many harsh words.]

[Penny’s heart is as fragile as glass.]

I twitched my eyes, and somehow, the numbness in my legs was no longer my main concern.

[That random quest is important because this is the moment where you can see how sweet your husband really is!]

What the hell did she mean by that? Lando had already taken care of me all night long, so I felt that was more than enough to prove he was a sweet man.

[This is different, Host.]

[Most people become easily irritated when they lack sleep and feel exhausted. That’s why Penny wants you to see what Lando will do when you ask him for something that would almost make him lose his mind.]

What was the point of this task, actually? I didn’t want to test my husband’s patience. Besides, he had helped me so much since yesterday.

The last thing I wanted to do was make him angry.

[You’ve always had trust issues with men, Host. That’s why this kind of quest can appear.]

[Last night, he could act like a gentleman because he was panicking. But what will happen once he’s no longer panicked and now... he’s exhausted after taking care of you all night.]

Why would I need to know that anyway?

[Because, Host, this is the moment where you can see whether he truly cares for you... or if he’s only kind when the situation forces him to be.]

That explanation didn’t make me feel any better, and honestly, it didn’t make much sense.

But since Penny kept pushing me to finish this quest, I decided to just go along with it.

"This might still be the effect of the medicine from last night," Lando said gently as he lifted my legs back onto the bed. "It would be better if you changed your clothes in the bedroom instead. I can ask the maids—"

"Can you help me out?" The question slipped out of my mouth before I even realized it. Even I didn’t understand how I managed to ask something like that without feeling embarrassed.

"What?" Lando frowned a little. "I can ask the maids to help you. Wouldn’t you feel more comfortable if they took care of it?"

Now that he said that, I actually... felt a bit strange about it.

I didn’t fully understand why, but after what happened last night, the thought of meeting anyone else made me anxious. I didn’t want other people to know how weak I was right now or see me looking this terrible.

Maybe... it was because in the past, too many people had judged me. They made me doubt myself so much that showing my weakest moments to anyone felt scary, even to those who meant no harm.

"I’m sorry..." I said softly. "I’m just a bit scared to face other people right now."

I lowered my head, unable to bring myself to meet his eyes. I didn’t know why, it just felt too hard.

After a moment of silence, Lando spoke gently. "How about this... you can change your clothes on the bed, and I’ll look away." He paused. "Would that be okay?"

Well, Penny only asked me to change my clothes in front of Lando, not for Lando to see me naked. So something like that should still count.

"That sounds good," I said, giving him a small, weak smile.

Lando nodded, then turned his wheelchair around so his back faced me. From the mirror, I could even see him squeezing his eyes shut so tightly I worried he might never open them again.

"Alright... I’m going to change now," I said.

I lifted my hands and tried to unbutton my shirt. But my fingers were trembling so badly that I couldn’t even grip the buttons properly.

I couldn’t even pull down my jeans because my hands felt numb and weak, like they didn’t belong to me.

"Husband... I think I have a problem," I said softly. "I think my hands are numb too."

Honestly, at this point... I didn’t care anymore if Lando saw me naked. It felt safer than letting strangers see me like this and gossip about me later.

At least with him... I wouldn’t be judged.

Lando didn’t say anything at first.

He just let out a slow breath, as if gathering courage, and then asked softly, "Can... I help you?"

There was no embarrassment in his voice, only worry.

I nodded even though he couldn’t see it. "Yes... please."

Still keeping his eyes tightly shut, Lando turned his wheelchair slightly and reached one hand back toward me, feeling around carefully so he wouldn’t accidentally touch the wrong place.

"Just guide my hand," he murmured.

I placed his hand on the front of my shirt. His fingers were calm, nothing like the panic I felt inside my chest.

With his eyes still closed, he slowly began unbuttoning my shirt, one button at a time. He moved carefully, making sure not to rush or pull too hard, as if afraid he might hurt me.

"I’m not looking," he whispered, almost like a promise.

"I know," I replied softly.

When he finished with the last button, he pulled his hand back immediately, keeping his eyes firmly shut. It was almost funny how serious he looked while doing it.

He helped me slip out of the sleeves, still refusing to open his eyes even for a second.

Then he reached for my jeans, hesitating for a moment before touching the waistband.

"Is it okay if I keep helping?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes..." I breathed. "It’s okay."

His fingers worked clumsily at first, but he managed to loosen the button and lower the zipper without once trying to peek. He helped pull the fabric down slowly, giving me time to move my legs little by little.

Not once did he open his eyes.

Not once did he make me feel ashamed.

In fact... the way he helped me—so careful, so gentle, so respectful—it made something warm spread inside my chest.

He really wasn’t like the men in my past.

He really wasn’t like the people who judged me before.

However, among those warm thoughts, a few dirty thoughts suddenly knocked into my head as well.

And even worse... when I lowered my head, I realized there was something hard pushing against Lando’s pants.

He wasn’t impotent?!!!

Wait—no, that wasn’t even the right question. He was getting hard just from helping me open my clothes, even though he kept his eyes shut the whole time?!

He didn’t even touch my skin!

But... well, this kind of situation did feel a little erotic. After all, humans can still imagine things even without seeing anything.

And Lando... he was still a man.

Even if he kept his eyes shut, even if he tried to stay calm, the sound of my clothes slipping off, my shaky breathing, and the warmth in the room were probably enough to make his imagination run wild.

But... he still refused to do something weird to me.