Regret Came Too Late

Grace's fingertips pressed tentatively on his calves. "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

Grace felt anxious, thinking that his legs had gotten worse. "The condition here is pretty basic. I know you're a clean freak, but bear with it this time. Let's take off your clothes and let me massage your legs."

Just as she finished her words, she hurried to unbutton his shirt. However, she was shocked to see a large area of red rashes on his skin just after undoing one button. "What's with these red rashes?"

Ethan closed his eyes and leaned against the table beside him. He looked a bit dejected. "Maybe it's because I'm allergic to seafood."

Grace felt like the world was spinning. She couldn't believe that he would eat the shrimp that she had peeled for him when he was allergic to seafood. He didn't have just one either; he had all of it.

She threw his expensive suit aside and unbuttoned all of the buttons on his shirt. Beside his chest, there were also rashes on his back.

Grace's face was pale with fright. Seeing that Ethan was dozing off, she quickly patted his face. "Mr. Henderson, don't fall asleep. Are you having a fever right now?"

and tested the temperature on his forehead. It was so hot that she almost

with a body that was in terrible condition. Holding back her anger,

his temperament noticeably less imposing than usual. "What are

clothes are wet right

was only one bed available. Grace noticed

"Mr. Henderson, pardon me."

the couch and took off his pants. Then, she fetched a basin of warm water from

managed to stay in such good shape despite being in a wheelchair for

she wiped his whole body before helping him into bed She tucked him in with his blanket, then checked his forehead again, only to realize that he still had

through the room, but she couldn't

back to the bed anxiously. "Mr. Henderson,

bit raspy as his

couldn't care

moment. In a rush, she went back to the bathroom

covering herself with the sheets, she crawled underneath