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 her comforter, rolled to

for a moment, exasperated, then marched over, grabbed her by the ankle, and dragged her back-gently,

to basically force-feed her the medicine, which resulted in more of it ending up on her pajamas than in

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

the housekeeper waiting anxiously in the hallway. She took one

changed," Hull

sir," the

wait for a

to his own room, stripping off his shirt and tossing

the floor as he

Qu

cranked the shower

and stepped in, letting the

he thought, pressing his forehead to the tiles. This

body He pulled on fresh clothes, and

It was the

Hull called, his voice still gravelly with

her pajamas and won't let