Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 171 Ethan Goes into Husband-Pampering Mode

Ethan was a bit out of it, holding onto Jasmine tightly without a word.

"Ethan... Are you feeling really sick?" Jasmine panicked, fearfully touching Ethan's forehead. "Should I get a thermometer for you?"

"Don't..." Ethan's voice was muffled as he clutched Jasmine tightly, refusing to let go, his actions resembling those of a spoiled child.

Jasmine was taken aback but cooed to Ethan as if soothing a child, "Be good, I'll get the thermometer and some fever patches."

Ethan just groaned softly, still not letting go.

Jasmine didn't know what else to do and had to forcefully pry his hands off. But as she tried to get up, she noticed that her clothes were grasped tightly in Ethan's hand.

Jasmine smiled helplessly. Ethan turned into such a child when he was sick. The contrast with Justin, who wasn't this clingy, was quite stark.

"Don't leave me..." Ethan pleaded, his voice very weak.

Jasmine turned her head back to look at Ethan.

In the outside world, Ethan was always seen as aloof, ruthless, and decisive. He had founded his own company and brought Stellar Enterprises to its current glory-the man's ability was undeniable.

As a teenager, Ethan lost his mother and felt unloved by his father, while also experiencing hurt from his stepmother. Despite these hardships, he had managed to come this far on his own. Deep down, Ethan yearned for love, yet he found himself resisting it from everyone.

When Jasmine picked up the thermometer and checked his forehead temperature, it read 102.5 degrees, indicating a high fever.

Jasmine then went to prepare some cold medicine and returned with a fever-reducing patch.

"Ethan? How about you take the medicine and then go back to sleep?" Jasmine coaxed in a soft voice.

Ethan frowned, unwilling to move. He had rarely been sick from childhood, so there had never been a need to stock medicine at home. It was only after Jasmine arrived that they got some, in case she'd fall ill. Ironically, it was now Ethan himself who needed it.

Ethan felt guilty; he might have been scared into this sickness...

"No medicine." Ethan had always refused medicine since he was young. It was too bitter. Besides, he had a strong constitution and never needed medicine a good sleep was usually enough for him.

Jasmine insisted. The thermometer reading showed 102

him up by herself. But Ethan was too heavy, and Jasmine

opportunity to wrap her in his embrace, pinning her beneath him. "You were the one

for someone like Ethan, who had been chaste for

his

take the medicine first," Jasmine said

for taking my medicine like a good boy?" Ethan raised

flushed crimson. To coax him into taking his medicine, she

will do the trick..." Ethan earnestly

It's not scientific." Jasmine's

the entire cup of medicine in one breath, his face contorting from the

mouth and leaned in to kiss Jasmine. Jasmine tasted the lingering bitterness of the medicine in his mouth, which, after it faded, seemed to leave a

desiring a woman so intensely. Nor had he ever contemplated... being engulfed in the depths of his

probably ask him to die, and he would comply

eyes as she clung to Ethan, her

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Everyone must be crazy.

the touch. Jasmine, too, felt a fever of her own, a blazing inferno within her soul. Being engulfed in this intense physical connection was akin to

reminded herself that she wasn't worthy, that she didn't deserve Ethan. Her body and soul felt tarnished. Whether others called her a fallen woman or criticized her private life... Jasmine was too exhausted to

hers, she felt impure, unworthy of Ethan. If her body

his desires, maybe that

...

next morning, Jasmine woke up

gone. In a panic, she sat up, wondering who turned off her alarm, making

of bed to wash up, she realized she had no time

of her room, a delicious

ever. He noticed his mother walking out of

bustling in the kitchen, the CEO cooking breakfast for the kids. She

had finished preparing everything: simple sandwiches, slightly burnt eggs, and a hot cup of milk for each. Instinctively, she