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    They hadn’t even registered their marriage yet, let alone had a wedding, and here he was acting all entitled.


    Still, she stuck to her decision and went to find Ronald.


    But when she stepped outside, Ronald was nowhere to be found.


    It turned out Brian had already handled it—sending Ronald a short, no-nonsense message: “Go to sleep.”


    Ronald, though confused, was used to following orders without question. So, without thinking too much, he simply left.


    It wasn’t until he was on his way home that it clicked—Brian probably just wanted him out of the way to have a romantic moment with Rachel.


    Rachel searched for Ronald but came up empty-handed.


    Returning to the room, she tried to reason with Brian in a gentle tone, “I just checked. Taking a shower with a fever isn’t a good idea. The cold air can weaken your body and make it harder for the fever to go down.”


    Brian countered, “My fever’s already gone down. And I’m covered in sweat. If I don’t shower, I won’t be able to sleep.” Truth be told, she was driving him crazy.


    Left with no other choice, Rachel relented. “Fine, but let’s get one thing straight—you have to cooperate, and no unreasonable requests.” Seeing him agree, she helped him into the bathroom.


    But once they got there, it was Brian who remained calm and collected, while Rachel was the one feelingpletely flustered.


    The only thought running through her mind was that she was really about to help him shower.


    “If you just stand there, we’ll be here all night,” Brian reminded her, breaking her daze.


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    “Okay,” she muttered, snapping out of it and getting to work.


    She started with his jacket, then moved on to his shirt.


    Brian, towering over six feet, was nearly a full head taller than her.


    Without her usual heels, she felt even smaller beside him.


    “Can you undo the cor button yourself? I can’t reach it,” she admitted, looking up at him.


    Just as she finished speaking, she felt herself being lifted off the floor.


    In the blink of an eye, she found herself standing on top of the toilet seat.


    Brian looked at her, his voice low and maic. “Can you reach now?”


    Rachel was stunned into silence. So, this was his brilliant idea?


    Well, the height problem was out of the way, leaving her with no more excuses. Taking a steady breath, she reached out and carefully unbuttoned his shirt. As the fabric parted, his tanned skin came into view, revealing the sculpted muscles beneath.


    His firm abs were right there, and just below…


    Rachel’s breath hitched. Snapping herself out of it, she abruptly lifted her head, shaking off the direction of her thoughts.


    “Focus, don’t overthink,” she kept repeating in her mind as she slid the shirt off his shoulders, trying not to let her flustered emotions take over.


    But there was no denying it—Brian was dangerously irresistible.


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