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.

intimidation. But tonight, she just clung to

exasperated, then marched over, grabbed

her the medicine, which resulted in more of

he was done, Hull was sweating and more than a little

in the hallway. She took one look at his expression and practically shrank into

her changed," Hull

sir," the

wait for

room, stripping off his shirt and tossing

the floor as he

Qu

cranked

in, letting the chiff

thought, pressing his forehead to the tiles.

He pulled on fresh clothes, and just as he was

there?" It was

his voice still gravelly

"Miss Susanna won't let us change her clothes. She's clutching her pajamas and won't let go,