Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 690

Because she was in pain, she kept squirming restlessly.

Hull was having a hard time keeping her still. He finally just scooped her right out

of the blankets and cradled her in his arms. "Settle down," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Even in her feverish daze, Susanna instinctively shrank her neck, cowed by his commanding tone.

Hull looked down at her, this tiny, trembling thing, and couldn't help but sigh under his breath.

"It hurts..." she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as Hull dabbed ointment on her wound again.

He paused, glancing at her scrunched-up face. "You're such a wimp," he muttered, almost to himself.

With Susanna whining about the pain every few seconds, it took Hull nearly ten minutes to finish treating her ten minutes of her wriggling in his lap, making things just as uncomfortable for him as they were for her.

When he was finally done, Hull tucked her carefully back under the covers, then reached for the bottle of liquid medicine the housekeeper had set out.

Just as the housekeeper warned, Susanna wasn't having any of it. She flat-out refused to take the medicine, no matter how gently he tried.

leaving no room for nonsense. Normally, Susanna would have obeyed out of sheer intimidation. But

a moment, exasperated, then marched over, grabbed her by the

her the medicine, which resulted in more of it ending up

the time he was done, Hull was sweating and more than

out of the room, jaw clenched, and found the housekeeper waiting anxiously in the hallway. She took one look at his expression and

her changed," Hull

the

wait for a reply, just

his own room, stripping off his shirt and tossing

floor as he

Qu

he cranked

letting the chiff cool

thought, pressing his forehead to the

fresh clothes, and just as he was running a hand through his damp hair, a timid knock came

Are you there?" It

called, his voice still

Susanna won't let us change her clothes. She's clutching her pajamas and