The soft towel accidentally brushed against Simon Forrester's nipple, causing him to involuntarily groan.
Accompanying this ambiguous sound was a physical reaction—his grey home pants appeared much tighter than a moment ago.
What a sensitive guy!
Sienna Thornton thought silently.
The towel in her hand moved downward, brushing against Simon Forrester's delicately defined six-pack abs and the faintly revealing V-line.
Sienna Thornton quickly withdrew her hand.
The man is a patient, currently feverish. If she further stirs him up, it would be detrimental to his health.
A whole basin of icy water turned into lukewarm water, and she went to change it again. After several repetitions, Simon Forrester's temperature finally dropped a bit.
Exhausted to the point of collapse, she used the last bit of strength to help Simon Forrester put on a clean T-shirt.
