Chapter 415 It's Already Done, So What?

His voice was still hoarse and sexy, the dry texture making her ears warm, but even warmer was her hand still resting on Damian's abdomen.

She acted righteously but answered in a panic, "You have a high fever that won't go down, I'm helping you cool off."

Damian furrowed his brows and finally opened his eyes, but he had been feverish for so long that his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyelids were swollen, reducing his sharpness and making him less aggressive. "Cool off? Why do I feel like you're taking advantage of me?"

Ashley quickly withdrew her hand, grabbing a bottle of liquor, "Look closely, this is alcohol. I'm using it to cool you down. Otherwise, your brain might already be fried. You wouldn't let me call a doctor or Thomas, so this was the best method I could think of. Now that it's done, what do you want to do?"

Damian's lips twitched as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't, his voice hoarse, "What exactly did you do to me?"

Of course, I touched you all over from head to toe.

But Ashley didn't dare say it out loud, instead, she stiffly replied, "Normal physical cooling procedures."

Damian's gaze slid over the bottle, and he smirked, "With this?"

Ashley could tell from his expression that she might have grabbed the wrong bottle, and this unassuming one might actually be the most expensive. "What's wrong with it? Is your life more important or a bottle of alcohol? Mr. Hearst, your life is precious, I wouldn't use cheap liquor. Of course, I chose the best."

Damian let out a bitter laugh, her anxious explanation and red ears amused him, "Alright, good choice."

After all, compared to his life, this bottle of Eirondia Royal Commemorative Wine, auctioned for five million dollars, was indeed insignificant.

Ashley felt a bit guilty for her well-intentioned mistake and softly asked, "Are you feeling any better? Do you want some water?"

Damian glanced at the empty glass on the bedside table, "Did you give me water?"

Recalling the awkward act of feeding him water, Ashley was reluctant to admit it, "So, do you want more?"

"Yes."

For some reason, Ashley felt that his simple word carried a lot of meaning.

Pouring water again, this time she didn't need to feed him mouth-to-mouth, she held it to his lips, "Be careful, don't choke."

Damian took a few sips, moistening his throat, "That's enough."

Ashley tested his temperature again and sighed in relief, "Finally 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit. A bit more sleep should help."

Damian's gaze focused, he looked at Ashley, who was seriously checking the temperature and blowing away a strand of hair. Her small face, under the soft light of the floor lamp, seemed to be adorned with a fluffy halo, looking somewhat charming, somewhat cute, and somewhat alluring.

His heart felt like it was brushed by a feather, Damian's voice rough, "Ashley?"

"What is it?"

Ashley put down the thermometer and tucked him in, worried he might kick off the covers if his fever spiked again.

Her eyes were gentle as she looked down at him.

Damian's heart skipped a beat, his throat rolling unnaturally, "Did you kiss me?"

Ashley was speechless, stammering, "No."

Seeing her reaction, it was clear she had.

So his feeling while unconscious was right. The soft sensation on his lips last time wasn't from the glass but from her lips brushing against his.

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Damian said bitterly, "Just giving me water but not food, how can a patient get better?"

"How long has it been since you ate?"

Damian was too tired to think, his head hurt badly, and thinking made it worse, "I don't remember."

After coming back from Louis's place, he had taken off his wet clothes, showered, and laid down.

Everything that happened afterward was in a half-dream state, the only sensation being his body alternating between hot and cold, feeling uncomfortable for a long time. Then, he realized someone had come in, called his name, and then there was the soft, sweet moisture on his lips.

After that, his body was wantonly touched by a slender hand.

Many times he couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. He wanted to indulge in it and not wake up. What made him even happier was that when he reluctantly opened his eyes, he found it was all real.

Ashley had no idea about his inner thoughts, only concerned about his current physical state. Knowing he hadn't eaten in a long time, she quickly said, "Wait a moment, I'll go check the fridge downstairs."

"Okay."

Ashley could barely cook, and Damian was a patient who couldn't eat just anything.

She bit her nails, racking her brain for dishes.

Following his previous cooking method, she made a pot of vegetable soup with little oil, salt, and no seasoning.

Then she watched a video and learned to make vegetable pasta.

The first time, the pasta was overcooked and clumped together, so she had to start over. The second time, the vegetables were overcooked, losing all flavor.

On the third try, a sweaty Ashley finally approved of the food she made.

By the time she brought the soup and noodles upstairs, an hour had passed.

Damian heard the noise and opened his eyes, seeing Ashley's flushed face, "Why did it take so long?"

Ashley was too embarrassed to tell him she had cooked the pasta three times, so she said irritably, "Be grateful there's food. If I weren't here, you might already be brain-dead from the fever."

Damian didn't argue further; in a way, she was right.

He struggled to sit up, but as soon as he exerted force, she stopped him.

"Wait, let me help you!"

Ashley was afraid he'd get dizzy from exerting too much force. She moved to the head of the bed, supporting his right side, not noticing the emotions in Damian's eyes as he looked at her. She said, "Didn't Hayden say your right arm was getting worse? Don't strain it."

Her soft, slender hand supported him, their skin touching, the temperature transferring. The coolness of her palm perfectly balanced his heat, seeping into his bones bit by bit.

Instinctively, he thought, it was these smooth little hands that had touched every corner of his body.

Ashley saw his exposed collarbone and shoulder, coughed dryly, "You'll catch a cold like this. I'll get you some pajamas."

Damian replied, "Okay."

Taking his pajamas from the closet, Ashley took a moment to compose herself.

The room was filled with his scent, like an invisible embrace surrounding her.

She needed a strong heart to remain unaffected.

Moreover...

She opened her palm, the spot warmed by his body still reminding her of that embarrassing moment.

Closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, Ashley walked to the bed, "Put these on first."

Damian cooperatively took the clothes, threading his long arms through the sleeves, buttoning up one by one, leaving the top two buttons open, revealing his sexy Adam's apple, "Give me the soup."

He sipped the soup slowly, but his mouth was so bitter he could barely taste the food. After a small bowl, he said, "It's pretty good."

Ashley didn't believe it herself.

She handed him the pasta, "Whether it's good or not, just eat it. You need energy to recover."

Damian forked a bite of pasta, the steam rising, blurring his features before dissipating. The soft pasta entered his mouth, and he chewed carefully, making no sound, only his cheeks gently moving.

Watching him, Ashley thought Damian even looked good eating pasta.

After finishing the small bowl, Damian said, "Go take a shower."

Ashley's fingers tightened around her dress, her back tensing up.

Even in this state, he hadn't forgotten what he wanted to do tonight?

Seeing her standing still, Damian said, "Your clothes are soaked. Aren't you going to take a shower? Do you want to get a fever like me? How can I take care of you in my current state?"

Ashley was stunned, "You mean, you just want me to take a shower?"

Damian rubbed his aching forehead, helpless, "What else? What are you thinking?"

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