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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.

suddenly remembered Grace

taking her to Troy’s place

turned again and opened her

Where was Grace?

She looked around and realized that she wasn’t in her room at the large penthouse.

was in the master bedroom of Galaxy

a chill on her upper body. She glanced down and hurriedly covered herself with

the previous night. She returned to the hospital

about to wake Grace when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, and

behind

Troy knocked

Why?

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

around. She couldn’t

blanket to cover herself entirely and called out loudly toward the

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

ten seconds, Troy pushed the door open from outside. He sat by the bed

looked at Troy coldly. “What are you doing? Did you deliberately knock me out?

complexion, and her glare lacked

hesitated, gently holding Imogen through the blanket and feeling

was calm when he asked, “Are you hungry?”

Imogen remained silent.

he hear what she was asking just now?

me out? Where are my clothes?”

it for you. How are you feeling now? Do you have any

any discomfort?”

and to go downstairs

stay in bed. I’ll bring you

turned and left the

in

the blanket and got out of bed. She

single

widened her eyes in

pressed the handle, but Troy

were no

the bed, pounding it in frustration. Her face contorted with