He was starting to regret his rash decision. He'd barged in without thinking, and now he was stuck—he couldn't stay, but he couldn't leave either.
She gulped down another half glass of water before handing the cup back to him.
As he took the cup, his hand accidentally brushed against the back of hers. It felt scalding hot.
He set the cup down and reached out his hand.
'Could she have a fever?'
Sure enough, the moment his hand touched her forehead, he felt a wave of intense heat. His brow furrowed, and he stood up, intending to call a doctor.
"Don't call a doctor. I'm fine. Just get me a cold towel to put on my forehead. And... could you help me find some clean clothes?"
After being brutally ravaged by Miles Xavier the night before, her clothes had been torn to shreds and were completely unwearable.
She knew the rules of this villa. There were no women's clothes here; if she wanted to wear something, her only option was a maid's uniform.
