Chapter 993:
“Yeah, much better,” Dylan managed to say, still staring at everything except her face.
Looking at Dylan’s bright red face and burning ears, Christina figured the poor guy had really choked hard on that water. She had no idea it was actually embarrassment making him look like a tomato.
She suggested, “Your wound is pretty badly infected, and you’re obviously weak. There’s no way you can take a proper shower, but I can give you a quick wash-up. It’s just for tonight. You’ll probably be back to normal tomorrow.”
She knew Dylan was a complete neat freak who probably showered twice a day. Going to bed dirty would drive him absolutely crazy. Since he had gotten injured protecting her, she felt it was her responsibility to take care of him properly.
“Wouldn’t that be… I mean, isn’t that kind of inappropriate?” Dylan’s words came out hesitant and awkward, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. But the moment those words escaped his lips, Dylan wanted to kick himself. What the hell was he thinking? His whole plan had been to show off his muscled body and get Christina’s hands all over him. If she didn’t help him wash, how was he supposed to seduce her?
Dylan’s stomach twisted with panic, but it was too late to shove those words back down his throat.
Christina went quiet for a moment, studying his face carefully before asking in a gentle voice, “Are you not comfortable with others touching you?”
“Yeah,” Dylan nodded honestly, then rushed to add, “But you’re different. You’re the only exception.”
Christina blinked in surprise at his confession, then a soft smile spread across her face. “Then it’s settled. After all, I’m the caregiver you hired. Taking care of you is part of my job.”
“Thank you.” Dylan’s voice was barely above a whisper.
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘆: 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Dylan had been terrified that Christina would get embarrassed and back out, and he’d almost said something to give her an escape route. But at the last second, he bit his tongue and kept his mouth shut. This was his golden opportunity to get closer to her. If he screwed this up and let the chance slip through his fingers, God knew when he’d get another shot like this.
Dylan was absolutely determined to make Christina fall for him completely and wipe out any lingering feelings she might have for anyone else.
“Drink the rest of this, and then I’ll go get some warm water to clean you up,” Christina said, lifting the glass back to his lips with careful hands.
“Okay.” Dylan obediently pressed his lips to the rim of the glass, his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks as he looked down and drank slowly.
Christina stood over him, watching him drink, completely unaware that a small, tender smile was tugging at the corners of her mouth.
In that moment, something fierce and protective stirred in Christina’s chest. Dylan looked so vulnerable and cute that it practically melted her heart into a puddle. Who would have ever imagined that the normally ice-cold, intimidating Dylan could be so gentle and obedient?
Christina had no idea that her feelings for Dylan were growing stronger by the minute.
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