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Chapter 251 Shall I Feed You

Troy immediately got out of bed and fetched the medicine box. He found a thermometer and checked Imogen’s temperature.

101.48 degrees Fahrenheit.

He retrieved some fever–reducing granules from the medicine box, dissolved them in warm water, and gently fed them to Imogen.

He soaked a cloth in alcohol and delicately wiped her forehead and neck.

Troy placed the towel aside and tried to wipe her armpits by lifting her thermal underwear. However, the underwear was too snug, making it impossible for him to reach.

After contemplating for a few seconds, he removed her thermal underwear. Troy reasoned it was for her well–being, and she probably wouldn’t hold it against him.

He used a towel to wipe her armpits, arms, and chest carefully.

His gaze grew increasingly intense as he observed her faintly exposed, glowy skin and slender

waist.

After he was done, Troy covered her with a blanket and sat beside her. He checked her temperature every twenty minutes and wiped her down with alcohol.

He continued this routine until well past four o’clock in the morning, when Imogen’s fever finally subsided.

Troy put down his guard. He was exhausted. He lifted the blanket, lay beside Imogen, and embraced her tightly.

However, sleep eluded him even as he closed his eyes and felt her soft, with delicate skin against his. A strange, restless fire seemed to burn within him, making him incredibly restless. Imogen slept fitfully in his arms. She shifted her body several times. Her round, pert buttocks occasionally brushed against his sensitive areas, further igniting the passionate fire within him. What tormented him even more was that, during one of Imogen’s movements, the clasp on the back of her remaining underwear accidentally came undone and slipped off her body.

As if possessed, Troy couldn’t resist taking hold of it and burying himself inside. Just as Grace had said, it was incredibly fragrant and velvety.

Out of consideration for Imogen’s illness, Troy didn’t push things further and held her tightly, enduring the longing until daybreak.

Imogen slowly opened her eyes, feeling groggy and heavy–headed. Her throat was parched as if she had swallowed knives, and her entire body ached. She had no desire to get out of bed.

She sniffed.

Her nose was stuffy.

She had caught a cold.

Imogen turned her body, closed her eyes, and tried to continue sleeping.

drifted off, she suddenly remembered Grace sleeping beside

with the cold. She considered taking her to Troy’s place in the next few

turned again and opened her eyes

Where was Grace?

something was wrong. She looked around and realized that she wasn’t in

she was in the master bedroom

quickly sat up. She felt a chill on her upper body. She glanced down and

recall what had happened the previous night. She returned to the hospital room to get Grace asleep on the bed.

suddenly she felt a sharp pain in the back of

behind her

knocked

Why?

her eyes, and touched the back of her neck. She felt a sharp sting.

a deep breath and glanced around. She couldn’t find her clothes anywhere.

cover herself entirely and

twice, but her throat was dry and sore, so she gave up.

sat by the bed and touched Imogen’s

“What are you doing? Did you deliberately knock me out? Where

sickly complexion, and her

through the blanket and

expression was calm when he asked,

Imogen remained silent.

what she was asking just now?

did you knock me out? Where are my clothes?”

her. “Sue made breakfast. I’ll get it for you. How are you feeling now? Do you have any

any discomfort?”

my clothes and to go downstairs to eat alone!”

and stay in bed. I’ll

Troy turned and left the room.

in exasperation.

the blanket and got out of bed. She then opened the room’s wardrobe. It was empty!

single

her eyes in disbelief.

to the door and pressed the handle, but Troy

circled the room, but there were no

on the bed, pounding it in frustration.