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!

suit aside and unbuttoned his shirt completely. There were

her hand to gently pat his face. "Mr. Dylan,

was so hot

dragged himself to find

and worried, her hand brushing against

his eyes, looking less

"What are you doing?"

the bed. Your

bed made Dylan's eyes flicker,

turning red, and she felt

Dylan, pardon

to the sofa and took off his pants, then hurried to the bathroom

was truly remarkable. How strange that someone who had been in a wheelchair for

him down thoroughly and helped him into bed,

forehead again. Still

the room for medicine

the bed. "Mr. Dylan, how are

"Cold, itchy."

voice was hoarse, and his cheeks

a shower herself, grabbed a bedsheet from the closet to wrap around

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