Chapter 422 Physical Cooling and Desert Orders
Chapter 422 Physical Cooling and Desert Orders
Tessa instinctively turned her head–she’d identally touched one of Victor’s injuries.
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She nced at it for only a second before quickly looking away and continuing the task. She wiped his upper body, then moved lower.
By the time she got to his lower half, she’d turned her head so far away she could barely see what she was doing.
Then, suddenly–her wrist was grabbed.
Tessa froze.
“What are you doing?”
Victor’s voice, hoarse from fever, broke the silence like a de.
Tessa turned back slowly and met his bloodshot eyes.
Even now, with his body burning up, his gaze carried that same unrelenting pressure. Tessa swallowed hard.
“P–Physical cooling,” she stammered.
As her eyes drifted downward, she realized exactly where the towel in her hand was… currently ced.
She wentpletely nk.
True, she hadn’t yanked off his underwear like he had with her towel the other night.
There <i>was </i>some coverage. Technically.
But barely.
She looked <i>at </i>him, panicked. “You were burning up, and the fever medicine wasn’t working, so I…”
Victor’s grip on her wrist tightened.
His red, fevered eyes burned into her like a beast sizing up prey.
Tessa gulped again.
Lowering her head, she whispered, “I tried calling your people. None of them picked up.”
If she’d gotten through, none of <i>this </i>would’ve happened.
“You–can you let me go now?”
She was panicking.
Surely he didn’t think she was trying to take advantage of him, right? She wasn’t that kind of animal.
Eventually, Victor released her.
Overwhelmed by the fever, he soon fell asleep again.
Tessa, worried the heat might cause seriousplications, continued wiping him down two more times.
By the third round, the fever finally broke.
Exhausted, she copsed at the side of his bed and fell asleep there.
The next morning.
Victor didn’t wake until after 9 a.m.
Chapter 422 Physical Cooling and Desert Orders
He stirred only when someone knocked on the door.
“Victor. It’s me.”
Lewis’s voice echoed from outside.
Victor sat up–only to <b>see </b>Tessa sleeping beside him, head resting against the bed.
Her hair <b>was </b>an absolute mess, like it had been stirred by a hurricane. She must’ve tossed and turned in her sleep.
“Victor? I’ming in-”
Hearing no response, Lewis opened the door and walked right in.
The moment he stepped in, he was met with Victor’s very <i>unweing </i>re.
Even more shocking–he saw Victor pulling the nket over a woman lying next to him.
What <i>the </i><i>hell </i>happened <ist </i><i>night</i><i>? </i>
His brain jammed instantly.
Crap… <i>the </i>boss <i>has </i>a woman now? That <i>means </i><i>we </i><i>can’t </i><i>just </i><i>barge </i>in <i>here </i><i>like </i><i>we </i><i>used </i><i>to</i>.
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Wait–if he’d been knocking so long, why didn’t Victor say anything? Why was he looking at him like he wanted to kill him?
Lewis swallowed. “I–I knocked! I swear I knocked hard!”
“Out.”
Victor’s voice was low and icy.
Lewis flinched and nodded rapidly. “Right. I’m out. I’m so far out I’m practically on another continent.”
He backed out and shut the door behind him with great care.
Inside, only Victor and Tessa remained.
She was still fast asleep,pletely drained from caring for him the night before.
The water basin she’d used to cool him was still at the bedside. Even when Victor carefully lifted her onto the bed, she didn’t stir.
He nced at her small, delicate face and instinctively reached out to pull the nket higher over her.
Downstairs.
Lewis rushed up to Ss, whispering with urgency, “I’m telling you, that <i>is </i>Victor’s woman.”
Ss looked at him with an unreadable expression.
That look clearly said, <i>figure </i><i>it </i><i>out </i><i>for </i><i>yourself</i><i>. </i>
Lewis insisted, “I’m being serious.”
Ss, unfazed, said, “I’ve got news for you.”
“What news?”
“Eddie’s probably getting sent to the desert.”
Lewis’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding. That’s basically a death sentence!”
Eddie, with <i>his </i><i>germophobia</i>?
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Chapter 422 Physical Cooling and Desert Orders
<i>And </i>Boss wanted <i>to </i>send <i>him </i><i>to </i><i>the </i><i>driest </i>ce on Earth?
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The Mambia Desert was infamous for its harsh drought–there could be ten years without rain and no one would even blink.
Sending Eddie there would kill him with difort alone.
Ss added, “I have a feeling Victor’s going to send <i>you </i>along too.”