The moment Dn got back to Palm Bay, he called a doctor to check on her.
ra had barely hit the sheets before she startedining about the heat,
over and over.
The doctor''s verdict matched what that stranger had warned them—it was just a
nasty side effect from the illegal drugs. Nothing to be done.
Dn''s face darkened for a second. He had someone fill a tub with cold water
and gently lowered her in.
But ra barely noticed the chill. Sweat kept trickling down her forehead, her
whole body burning like she was on fire.
“Babe, I’m still so hot,” she mumbled.
Dn wasn’t in his wheelchair this time. He crouched beside the tub, forcing
himself to look away from the lost, hazy look in her eyes.
He couldn’t forget what she’d said before—how she felt dirty.
He barely dared to touch her. His fingers tightened on the edge of the tub,shes
lowered. “Just soak a bit longer. You’ll cool down soon.”
ra’s cheeks were red, and she sneezed. “I’m hot and cold at the same time.
Can’t I just hold you?”
She tried to wrap her arms around his neck, but he dodged her gentle hug.
Her face fell. She sank a little deeper into the water, hugging herself.
Dn stood up, grabbed a bathrobe, and headed to the guest room to take a cold
shower.
When he came back, ra was still soaking in the cold water.
His heart ached for her—he hated seeing her like this—but there was nothing else
he could do.
He paused by the bathroom door just as she got out of the tub, one hand against
the wall, her cheeks still flushed.
He moved to help her, but before he could, she hurried over, cupped his face, and
kissed him.
She wasn’t wearing anything, and for a second, he had no idea where to put his
hands.
ra seemed clear-headed, her voice puzzled. “Why can’t I kiss you?”
She gave him a little shove, pushing him onto the bed. His bathrobe slipped open.
She leaned over him, smiling suddenly. “You’re actually pretty good-looking, you
know?”
He froze, took a few seconds to react, then pressed his lips together.
“Yeah.”
Aiden was about to open the door—he needed to bring in ra’s next dose of
medicine, just like the boss told him.
But as soon as he cracked the door, he heard muffled noisesing from inside.
He froze, then quickly closed the door.
It wasn’t until noon the next day that Dn finally woke up. ra was still asleep,
curled up in his arms, only half her face peeking out.
His heart softened. He was about to close his eyes again when he heard
someone outside say, “Sir, Mrs. Ferguson is here.”
Dn frowned, grabbed some clothes, and got up, carefully tucking the nket
around ra before leaving.
Mrs. Ferguson had been on bad terms with himtely, not even allowed to visit
Palm Bay. She’d only been let back in after handing over the deleted security
footage.
Now, seeing Dn looking a bit better, she finally rxed.
But when she noticed the marks on his corbone beneath his white shirt, she
mmed her hand on the table.
“Unbelievable! Absolutely ridiculous! Your body’s already in this state, and you’re
still chasing after women? You’re going to be the death of me!”
She’d rushed over the moment she
heard ra had been found. Dn’s
condition these past few days had
her so worried she couldn’t eat or
sleep, terrified she’d wake up and
find she was toote.
Dn was her handpicked sessor—no matter how tough she acted, there was
no way she could just stand by and let him die.
When he came downstairs, he wore
a crisp white shirt and ck pants.
His shirt was unbuttoned at the
cor. He sat straight in his
wheelchair, radiating a youthful
energy—if it weren’t for the aura he
carried, he could’ve passed for a
college student.
He didn’t respond to her outburst, just asked, “Mother, is there something you
need?”
Mrs. Ferguson took a deep breath,
trying to calm herself. “Now that
ra’s back, please stop with all
that reckless talk. You need to pay
attention to your health. As for the
Warren family, I’ll lower myself and
talk to them. Dn, you have to think
about the bigger picture. Don’t act
on impulse again.”
Dn just replied with a quiet “Okay,” his calm attitude only making her more
frustrated.