ra bit her lip and gently ced her hand on his chest. The heating off his skin was intense, especially in the reddened areas, making her fingertips tremble a bit. Suddenly, Dn''s hand covered hers.


    ra''s fingers instinctively curled, and she quickly brushed away any other thoughts that tried to creep in. "Move your hand, let me scratch it for you," she


    said softly.


    Dn''s eyes were locked onto her face. Noticing she avoided making eye contact and seemed a bit uneasy, a slow smile crept onto his lips. "Alright," he agreed.


    As he moved his hand away, ra''s fingers began to softly scratch his skin. After a few moments, she asked, "Feel a bit better now?"


    His breathing grew heavier. ra could feel the body beneath her hand grow even hotter and more tense. Dn remained silent, his lips a firm line.


    Thinking she was helping, she continued to scratch his chest for quite a while. After about ten minutes, his eyshes fluttered, and he caught her small hand. "Enough," he murmured.


    ra sighed in relief, about to ask if he felt any better, when her knee identally brushed against something hot and firm. She froze, her face instantly turning crimson as she quickly turned away from Dn.


    In her head, she kept reminding herself that Dn''s legs were injured, not the rest of him, and such reactions were perfectly normal under the circumstances.


    In a daze, she felt a pair of warm hands slowly wrap around her waist. Even though she had a thin sheet between them, she could feel the unusual warmth of his touch.


    She stiffened slightly and scooted a bit further away, her voice low. "If you''re feeling better, try to get some rest. Once the storm passes, someone wille for us."


    But his hand lingered on her waist. Her waist was slender, fitting perfectly in his grasp.


    Taking a deep breath, she sat up and tucked the nket around him with a serious expression. "Mr. Dn, I really don''t have any other intentions towards you. I don''t know if this is just instinct or what, but if you really need femalepany, once we''re back in New York, Aiden and I can help find someone suitable for you, maybe even a secretary."


    Dn''s gaze stayed on her face, clearly reading her sincerity. She truly had no other intentions.


    He turned over, presenting his back to her. ra felt a twinge of awkwardness, wondering if she had misread the situation.


    She wrapped the sheet tighter around herself, considering moving to the sofa, but then heard him say, "Stay here. I was out of line."


    For some reason, his words seemed to carry a hint of dismissal to her ears. Her throat felt tight, and she couldn''t bring herself to refuse.


    After lying back down, she moved a bit closer to him. "Don''t sleep so far away. You''re still feverish, and the AC isn''t enough. It''s just a normal reaction, I understand," she assured him.


    With that, she closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep. Dn had never met such a carefree woman before. Listening to her gentle breathing, he turned to watch her face quietly.


    His eyes went from calm to intense, and after a while, ensuring she was still asleep, he leaned in slowly. His fingers gently cupped her chin as he kissed her.


    ra remained in a deep sleep, undisturbed. Dn kissed her, bing more entranced, his grip on her chin tightening, his tongue yfully engaging hers, unwilling to pull away.


    It wasn''t until she furrowed her brow slightly that he snapped back to reality, retreating. His thumb brushed over her lips, now even redder, as he continued to gaze at her face with intensity.