Chapter 295

Her fingers gently prodded his calf. "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah."

Oh no, is his leg getting worse?

Clara was seriously worried. "The conditions here are pretty basic, and I know you're a bit of a neat freak, but could you just bear with it this time? Take off your clothes and pants, and let me massage your leg."

With that, she started unbuttoning his shirt.

As soon as she undid the first button, she was taken aback by the large red patches on his skin.

"What's with these red patches?"

Dylan leaned against the table with his eyes closed, looking a bit defeated. "Probably an allergy to shellfish."

Clara felt a wave of concern wash over her. An allergy to shellfish?

Why did he eat when she was peeling shrimp for him?

And he ate so much!

shirt completely. There were

raised her hand to gently pat his face. "Mr. Dylan, don't fall

hand on his forehead, which was so hot

dragged himself to find her in this

and worried, her hand brushing against

eyes, looking less imposing than

"What are you doing?"

the bed. Your clothes are wet, and if

eyes flicker, and he turned his

turning red, and she felt a bit

pardon my

then hurried to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm

How strange that someone who had been in a wheelchair for two years could maintain such a good

him down thoroughly and helped him

checked his forehead again. Still

she searched the room

she returned to the bed. "Mr. Dylan, how are

"Cold, itchy."

and his cheeks were

much else at that moment, quickly took a shower herself, grabbed a bedsheet

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