Chapter 390 Do You Have a Fever Again?
Charles's words took Rachel aback.
His calm remark, though not meant to be accusatory, made her feel some chagrin.
For a moment, Rachel was at a loss for words, a subtle hint of emotion flashing across her delicate and beautiful face.
Sensing her discomfort, Charles remained calm and said, softly, "Do you have a problem with me?"
Rachel heard this and was clearly confused by it. She replied, "Mr. Wright, you're overthinking things. I don't have a problem with you."
Charles nodded slightly, his expression one of feigned relief. He said in a hoarse voice, "I thought that you were blaming me for deliberately humiliating you last night. After all, you kept begging me to attend to your needs, which I declined to do."
Anyone would have thought Charles was genuinely concerned, as he had a particularly sincere look in his eyes.
Rachel didn't know how to respond. A blush crept up her cheeks, betraying her usual cool and composed demeanor.
Last night, she had indeed begged Charles to give her some relief. He rejected her over and over again, causing her to feel somewhat aggrieved.
However, she had been under the influence of an aphrodisiac, so her grievance was soon forgotten, and her physical needs suppressed the last bit of rationality.
"That's not what I meant..." Rachel's voice wavered as she tried to respond to what Charles had said. She didn't dare to look into his deep, mysterious blue eyes.
As the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, Rachel's phone vibrated.
Rachel breathed a quiet sigh of relief, looked up at Charles, and said, "Excuse me, I need to take this call."
Charles gestured to her to go ahead.
Rachel reached for the phone on the table and glanced at it. It was a call from Ian.
She looked puzzled and shot a glance at Charles.
Charles was observing the interior decor, his focused gaze making his handsome profile look like a masterpiece crafted by God.
Rachel answered Ian's call with some confusion. "Hello, this is Rachel Davis." She spoke calmly, without much emotion.
Charles walked over to glass-fronted trophy case, looking at some of Rachel's awards from childhood to adulthood.
Rachel looked away from him as Ian spoke. "Ms. Davis, is Mr. Wright with you? I tried calling him, but his phone is off. Perhaps the battery has run out."
Rachel paused, then glanced at Charles again. He was standing with his back to her. She said, "Hold on, I'll pass the phone to Mr. Wright."
"Thank you, Ms. Davis," Ian said, respectfully.
Charles heard Rachel mention him and turned to look at her. He asked, "Who is it?"
Rachel handed the phone over to him. "It's your assistant."
Charles remained indifferent and didn't take the phone from Rachel. He was adjusting the bandage on his right hand with his left.
"This bandage is too tight; it's quite uncomfortable," he muttered.
Rachel, seeing his discomfort, handed him the phone and said, "Let me adjust it for you."
Charles nodded and took the phone from her. His gaze lingered on her as she started to work on his bandage.
He then spoke to Ian. "I'm at Ms. Davis's place. The battery on my phone is dead.. What's up?"
Ian replied, "I checked the schedule, and there's supposed to be a hiking trip this afternoon. I've prepared hiking gear for you. Should I send it to Ms. Davis's place?"
Charles replied calmly, "That depends on whether Ms. Davis is willing to let me use her dressing room."
He seemed to be speaking to Ian, but he gazed expectantly on Rachel.
Rachel looked up at Charles's deep blue eyes.
Charles smiled as he asked, "Ms. Davis, is that okay?"
"Of course," Rachel replied, softly. He would only be using the dressing room for a short while; she wasn't going to refuse him something so minor.
Charles's face lit up with joy, and he told his assistant, "Send my things to Ms. Davis's place."
Ian immediately responded. "At once, Mr. Wright."
Charles ended the call and handed the phone back to Rachel.
Meanwhile, she had unwrapped the bandage on his hand and noticed some swelling underneath. She frowned. Had she somehow made his injury worse?
She was hesitant to continue, guilt flashing in her eyes. Charles, sensing her hesitation, asked, "What's wrong?"
Rachel's voice was tinged with embarrassment as she replied, "Your hand seems a bit swollen."
Charles glanced at it indifferently and replied, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury."
Rachel's frowned deepened as she spoke to him. "I'll have my sister come over to take care of it. She's a professional doctor."
Charles didn't refuse; he just smiled as he watched Rachel call Amelia.
If Rachel had looked up, she would have drowned in the gentle look in Charles's eyes.
Amelia had just finished lunch when she received Rachel's call. She agreed without hesitation. "I'll be right over." Rachel then reminded Amelia not to buy any medicine with a strong smell, as Charles didn't like it.
Amelia remembered this and went to the nearest pharmacy to buy the medicine before heading to Rachel's place. She had the passcode for the door, so she walked into the apartment after keying it in.
When she entered, Charles and Rachel were discussing some business matters.
Amelia approached them with the first aid kit, glancing at Charles's slightly swollen right hand.
"What happened?" she asked out of professional instinct, with a serious look in her eyes.
Rachel blushed and didn't know how to explain things to Amelia, so she looked out the window to hide her embarrassment and guilt.
Charles was much more composed. He moved his right hand slightly and calmly answered Amelia's question. "I probably strained it after doing some work with it for about three to four hours," he said, casting a knowing glance at Rachel.
Rachel's face turned redder than ever. Did it really last for three to four hours? She couldn’t remember all the details.
Amelia responded with a hum and, after examining Charles's hand, found that it was slightly swollen due to an allergy to the bandage.
"It's nothing serious. I'll apply something to soothe it," Amelia said calmly, taking the medicine from the first aid kit.
When she turned, she noticed Rachel's unusually flushed face, and her expression turned serious. She asked with concern, "Rachel, do you have a fever again?"
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