Chapter 994:
As she looked down at him with pure affection, her eyes practically glowed with warmth and tenderness.
When Christina returned to the ward carrying a basin of warm water, Dylan was lying flat on his back in the hospital bed.
She caught the slightly awkward look on his face and couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at her lips.
Noticing that faint smile, Dylan appeared even more flustered, showing a trace of shyness.
He had keenly noticed she seemed amused by his bashfulness, so he exaggerated it on purpose. At first, the feeling of shyness had been real, but now it was nothing more than a deliberate performance.
“No need to be embarrassed. I’ll help you take off your shirt first,” Christina said, her voice calm as she reached to unbutton his clothes. Seeing how uncomfortable he looked, the curve of her smile deepened.
Christina smoothly slipped off his shirt, wrung out a towel, and began wiping his upper body with gentle care.
Before long, his chest was cleaned, and she prepared to move on to his back.
Dylan watched her focused expression, searching for any sign of emotion but finding none. Was his body truly so unremarkable to her? He had hoped the lines of his chest and the definition of his abs might draw her eyes, yet her calm gaze was as detached as if she were tending to a mannequin. The thought left him faintly disheartened.
In truth, Christina was not as indifferent as she appeared. Her face remained composed, but her heartbeat had quickened against her will. She might be accustomed to the human form, but when it came to Dylan, her heart reacted differently.
Christina finished wiping his upper body, but when her hands moved to his pants, a sudden warmth spread to her ears.
𝖀𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽𝖼𝗈𝗺
She inhaled deeply, reminding herself that this was just another body—nothing beyond flesh and bone. Without expression, she unfastened his belt and slipped his pants away, deliberately keeping her eyes from straying where they shouldn’t.
She wrung out the towel once more and carefully wiped down his legs. Yet, as she reached his thighs, her motions grew a touch rushed. Even with the barrier of his underwear, embarrassment flared through her.
It wasn’t Christina’s first encounter with a man’s private parts—her time in urology had left her well familiar. Yet, facing Dylan’s body elicited a different reaction from her.
Back when she had tended to Brendon, she had never once felt like this. Brendon had been no more than another patient to her. She had treated him like a machine would—efficient, detached, and without a flicker of emotion. Unlike now, when her breath came quicker and her heart pounded uncontrollably.
Whether it was Dylan’s clean, masculine scent or the shape of his body, something about him had appealed to her with a quiet, magnetic pull. His build was lean yet defined, his muscles well-toned, and his legs strong and long.
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