Chapter 585


    Chapter 585


    The arches of Ste‘s petite feet curved in a gentle slope.


    The feeling of her legs on his knees brought a subtle, inexplicable feeling to her.


    Somehow, the action felt rather suggestive to her.


    Perhaps because a woman exposing her feet had always been regarded as an


    act of intimacy, emphasized further by the stark contrast between his dark suit trousers and her fair skin


    .


    Ste suddenly felt uneasy and instinctively wanted to pull her legs back.


    Weston grabbed her ankles and furrowed his brows.“ Behave yourself,” he warned.


    Ste‘s face flushed a bright red.


    Weston would always warn her with those words at times like this.


    Somehow, after he said it, the air between them changed.


    Weston looked calmly at her until it made her cheeks flush bright red. He asked, “Is your temperature ri


    sing  again?”


    Ste was sure he‘d done that on purpose. “That‘s quite enough... you‘ve applied enough ointment...”


    She pulled her leg back as she eximed.


    Weston immediately grabbed hold of her leg, his thumbs resting on her inner thigh.


    He didn‘t move any further, but Ste could sense the turmoil that churned in the depths of his eyes.


    She struggled against his hold in an attempt to extricate herself from the suffocating atmosphere.


    Weston suddenly leaned in real close to her and rubbed his


    nose against her ear. “Help me wipe my hands.”


    Ste trembled and heard him go on before she could respond. “My hands are all wet.”


    Ste‘s felt her breath catch in her throat. She red irritably at him.


    “This is ointment!”


    Where did the watere from?


    Weston put his hand right in front of her eyes and said unflinchingly, “Is that so?”


    His long and slender fingers were poised gracefully before her face.


    It made Ste’s face flush even redder as heart-thumping memories came


    flooding back into her mind. She threw open the sheets and covered her body with them.


    She stuck a hand out, pulled out a piece of napkin , and flung it in his face. “Wipe it yourself.”


    Weston chuckled lowly and grabbed the napkin before wiping his fingers with it.


    Ste refused to look at him. Her head was still buzzing, and her face was still feeling warm.


    As shey on the bed, fatigue washed over her.


    Weston wiped his fingers clean.


    To begin with, he was a clean freak and wouldn‘t allow the


    strong smell of ointment to linger on his fingers.


    A momentter, he sat back down and pulled


    the sheets off Ste‘s head. “Aren’t you afraid of suffocating yourself to death?“.


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    He lifted his hand and pinched her cheeks.


    He could still feel the warmth from her fever.


    His brows furrowed. “Still having a temperature?”


    Ste shook her head and snatched the sheets back. “No, the fever has subsided. I’m rather tired, and


    I want to sleep...”


    “The doctor will be here soon. Stay awake for a while more.”


    Ste shook her head and whined in a rare moment of childishness. “I don‘t want to wait anymore!


    I really want to sleep...”


    She really needed some rest, and she shut her eyes, as if ready to fall asleep at any moment.


    Weston chuckled at the sight of her behaving so childishly


    when she was unwell. “All right, then. Take a nap first. I won‘t bother you until the doctor


    comes to check on you.”


    Ste remained silent as she snuggledfortably under the covers.


    Momentster, her breathing slowed as she fell fast asleep.