Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 259

Chapter 259:

Marsha quickly agreed. “You can take a look. I’ll send it to you right away. Just be sure not to share it.”

Without asking Khloe to sign any confidentiality agreement, Marsha simply asked for her email and sent the critical experimental data over. A pang of guilt struck Khloe at Marsha’s directness; there had been no need for such a public spectacle. But she had no time to dwell on it, as Marsha immediately dragged her into a twelve-hour marathon of dissection lessons, using eight experimental rabbits. It wasn’t until Marsha was sure she had fully mastered the technique that she allowed Khloe to leave.

As Khloe walked out of the university, exhaustion weighed heavily on her. Her body ached, and the faint scent of rabbit blood lingered on her clothes. She rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the fatigue, and climbed into the car, asking Gloria to drive her home. Once she arrived, Khloe didn’t bother with food or rest. She went straight for the shower, eager to wash off the lingering scent of disinfectant and animal blood that was making her head throb.

She ran a hot bath, sank into the water, and finally found relief, her head resting on the edge of the tub as she drifted off into a deep, much-needed sleep.

slept for hours, completely unaware

upon hearing this, headed straight to Khloe’s room. Finding the bathroom door unlocked, his concern

rested in the bathtub, her bare form submerged in the warm water, which tinted her skin a gentle pink. Her wet hair flowed over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her neck, lending an unintentional grace to her appearance. The soft lighting traced her contours, the water reflecting a faint shimmer that exuded an unintentional charm. Henrik, known for

he called out, his voice laced with

she realized she had dozed off in the tub and

in the water. Hearing the splash, Henrik reacted instantly, turning to catch her safely in his arms. Their bodies ended up

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and the firmness of his chest. The heat from his body seemed to

turned red, and her pulse raced uncontrollably. Henrik’s breaths

Henrik carefully helped her to

pain shot through Khloe’s ankle. Reacting quickly, she clung to his shoulders. “No! Don’t let go. I think

afraid of falling. Her skin, soft and smooth, pressed close to him. In a situation like this, anyone else might have lost control. Struggling to hold himself back, he muttered,