"Hurry up, we can''t let anyone else find us."


    ra was caught off guard, her instincts kicking in as she quickly shoved Dn into the bathroom. She cranked the shower to full st, her eyes catching Dn as he closed his eyes, those longshes fluttering just a bit.


    "Mr. Dn, who are these people?"


    Fearing the folks outside might overhear, she leaned in close, her breath tickling his ear. Dn''sshes flickered sharply as he gently pushed her back. "It''s probably someone from the Ferguson family."


    Since Dn had been confined to a wheelchair, he was under constant scrutiny, and his brothers were as sly as theye. Even with his stealthy movements this time, someone had sniffed him out.


    ra noticed the sweat streaming down his neck and the tension etched on his face, realizing just how potent the drug was. She was worried sick she''d get the boot for letting her boss take something so strong while he was under the weather.


    She grabbed a fresh towel, soaked it in cold water, and draped it over Dn''s face. "Hang in there."


    As soon as she said it, Dn''s eyes slowly opened. The harsh edge was gone, reced by an intense fire that seemed like it could ignite everything around him. ra felt the burn from his gaze, quickly averting her eyes as she apologized, "I''m sorry, someone else nted that drug."


    She braced for anger, expecting him tosh out or send her packing, but he just asked, "Who were you going to use it on?"


    ra''s mind nked for a second. She hurried to rify. "I wasn''t nning on using it on anyone, especially not Simon. I just tossed it in my bag without thinking, never imagined you''d..."


    The name Simon seemed to suck the air out of the room, leaving it tense and thick. Outside, the noise continued; it sounded like someone was ransacking the ce, swearing under their breath. Someone even started pounding on the bathroom door.


    "Bang! Bang! Bang!"


    These VIP rooms were tucked away from the main hall, posh but isted, with no help in sight. ra lowered her gaze and whispered, "Mr. Dn, I''m really sorry."


    Biting her lip, she started to hum softly. Doing this in front of someone as reserved as Dn was mortifying, but she had no other choice. The folks outside paused, thrown by the suggestive sounds. This gave ra a chance to call out. "Who is it? I don''t need room service right now."


    Then, with another soft moan, she added, "No, stop, it sounds like someone''sing."


    The banging stopped, and the men outside seemed taken aback by what they thought was happening inside. They were convinced that the man in there couldn''t be Dn. After all, Dn was disabled and couldn''t possibly be up to such antics in a bathroom.


    They couldn''t spot Dn and soon left. ra listened intently until the noises faded, then gradually stopped her act. She was too scared to look at Dn. She only heard the wheels of his chair scraping on the floor, followed by the tap turning on.


    He soaked the towel again, and the veins on his hands were popping, showing his sheer willpower. ra didn''t dare open the bathroom door yet. As she awkwardly stood there, she watched Dn, his body taut, pressing the wet towel to his face, his chest gently rising and falling.


    The charged atmosphere lingered, and she could hear hisbored breathing— heavy and full of restraint.