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!

completely. There were red patches not

She raised her hand to gently pat

which was so hot that she almost pulled

to find her in this

angry and worried, her hand

eyes, looking

"What are you doing?"

to lie down on the bed. Your clothes are wet, and if you lie down like this, you'll soak

Dylan's eyes flicker, and he

tips of his ears turning red, and she felt

pardon my

the sofa and took off his pants, then hurried to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm

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

and helped him into

his forehead

she searched the room for medicine but found

the bed. "Mr.

"Cold, itchy."

was hoarse, and his

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

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