The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 607 Fever and Frustration

Victor sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the tears clinging to the corners of her eyes.

It was getting on his nerves.

He glanced at the bedside table. The medicine the doctor had left for her wounds was still sealed. Clearly, she hadn’t used it at all like he told her to.

With a sigh, he picked up the tube and tore the packaging open.

Then he walked into the bathroom to wash his hands and grabbed a pair of disposable gloves from the medical kit.

Last night had clearly shaken her up more than he thought.

As he applied the ointment, Tessa squirmed and whimpered in protest. “It hurts… don’t…”

She kept twisting her body away from him, trying to avoid the pain.

With a short sigh, Victor pulled her straight out of the blankets and into his arms. “Hold still.”

His tone was firm, not loud, but it left no room for arguing. Even in her feverish haze, Tessa flinched and instinctively curled in on herself.

Victor watched her for a moment and let out a quiet sigh.

“It hurts…” She whimpered again, eyes closed, lips barely moving as the medicine stung.

He paused mid–motion, glancing down at the weak, flushed girl in his arms. His voice dropped, soft and gruff. “So damn fragile.”

Between her whining and constant squirming, it took him almost ten minutes to get the medicine on properly.

It was rough on her, but it wasn’t exactly easy for him either.

Especially with her twisting around in his lap the whole time.

Once he finished, he pulled the blanket over her and grabbed the bottle of liquid medicine.

Just like the housekeeper said–she wasn’t having it.

It turned into a whole struggle.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

the kind that normally made people freeze. But instead of listening, Tessa grabbed her blanket, rolled to

at

off over something as simple as medicine pushed him past

dragged her

without giving her the chance to resist, he forced the medicine into

really did force it

burning up with fever. If he didn’t get something in her

the end, most

it, Victor was completely worn out. His patience was

the room. The

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the look on his

clothes,” he

“Yes, Mr. Victor.”

Finished

and headed back to his room. On his way to the bathroom, he stripped off his clothes one by

turned on the shower and

Damn it.

losing control–it was

that

on clean clothes

Victor, are

it?” His voice

body, his tone was still

clearly startled. “Ms. Tessa… she

an eyebrow. “What do you

we say, she

face darkened. “Then

the housekeeper stammered. “Are… are you

hand through

housekeeper described–she was curled up,