The water in the wooden tub had turned cold at so unknown ti. A gust of wind blew in from outside, chilling Tiana Thorne and causing her to shiver, almost losing grip on the wine bottle.
Even so, she did not wake up, her head resting on the edge of the tub, sleeping soundly.
Aiden Shaw stepped into the room and witnessed this scene, his gaze lingering on the wine in her hand.
His handso brows slightly furrowed, his emotions cold yet unfathomable.
He hesitated for a few seconds before retreating and closing the door behind him.
"Jesse Rivers."
"Yes." Without knowing what happened inside, Mr. Rivers saw a change in Aiden Shaw’s expression, although still deep, it seed sowhat uncomfortable.
"Investigate who helped Tiana Thorne with her bath."
Jesse Rivers asked, "And after investigating?"
"Dock a month’s wages."
Jesse Rivers: "...???"
He almost couldn’t hold back his laughter.
When did Aiden beco so petty?
Jesse Rivers still asked, "What happened?"
"Tiana Thorne drank my wine and fell asleep in the tub. Call the doctor and get two won to co and help."
Jesse Rivers nodded, "Yes."
Falling asleep in a tub while drinking wine—Tiana is probably the only person in the world capable of such a feat.
But, wine?
Jesse Rivers’ heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Tiana drank the wine that Aiden had treasured for twenty years?
Heavens!
Suddenly, Jesse Rivers felt disoriented.
He rembered that even soone like Aiden Shaw had a rebellious phase. The history of that bottle of wine was long.
When Aiden was very young, he secretly drank the family’s wine, becoming intoxicated for a day and a night. Upon waking, he didn’t feel the discomfort of drunkenness but was rather happy and wanted to be drunk again.
He said that in his dream, he went to a fairyland, where he was an immortal and raised a little fox that loved drinking wine.
This was his happiest mont, and he also said that the little fox in the dream was about to transform into a human who would accompany him for a lifeti.
Mr. Fu stopped him from drinking, but after that, he secretly drank, getting thoroughly drunk and ending up in the hospital, never dreaming of the drinking fox again.
At that ti, he vaguely realized it was just a sweet dream, and never ntioned it again.
But before that, he had already stored one bottle of fine wine, keeping it by his side for many years. Aiden told him that he was saving it for when the fox would co looking for him to drink.
Later, he asked Aiden whether to throw away that bottle, and he said to keep it to rember the innocence of his childhood.
A bottle with a beautiful history, stored until now.
And now it’s been drunk by Tiana...
"Why haven’t you gone?"
Aiden Shaw’s cold voice rang out.
Jesse Rivers snapped back from his thoughts, "Yes."
Then he turned and left.
He really wanted to know Aiden’s feelings at that mont.
For so reason, he always believed Aiden kept that childhood dream in his heart, believing it was real.
Now that the wine is gone, the beautiful dream is truly shattered.
Aiden Shaw is surely angry, with a sense that Tiana’s days are numbered...
Aiden Shaw stood at the door for a long ti, lost in thought.
Thump—
Noises ca from inside the room.
Aiden Shaw furrowed his brows, instinctively lifted his leg, and walked into the room.
Just monts ago, Tiana Thorne had been leaning on the edge of the tub, but now only a hand, still clutching the bottle, remained visible.
Aiden Shaw strode over, and indeed, she had fallen, her whole body subrged in the water.
His Adam’s apple moved sensually for a mont, almost without hesitation, he reached out both hands to pull her up from the water.
His palms touched her skin, and it felt burning hot, like fire.
He looked down and saw red rashes dotted across her cheeks and arms.
This seed to be the sign of poisoning.
It was as if Aiden had suddenly recalled the origin of that bottle of wine.
Wine brewed when he was a child, worth ten dollars a pound, with five pounds filling the whole bottle.
Checking a few days ago, the five pounds of wine had dropped to about one-and-a-half pounds. This wine, unrefrigerated, had long since gone bad.
He took a deep breath, not waiting any longer, stretched out to take the bottle from her hand.
She seed sowhat aware, her fingers tightening, unwilling to let anyone take it, but lacking strength, she couldn’t stop him.
After placing it aside, he turned his head, seeing her about to fall again, quickly holding her shoulders to keep her steady.
Then he freed a hand, took off his suit jacket, wrapped it around her, and lifted her up.
At the sa ti, he closed his eyes.
Cold water dripped onto his hand, clearly icy yet strangely burning.
Faint scents of rose mingling with osmanthus lingered around his nose.
He furrowed his brows, placing her onto the bed, covering her with a quilt.
Only then did he slowly open his eyes, not completely open, but a narrow slit with a shining intensity, deeply emotional.
Tiana Thorne’s face was covered in rashes, sowhat swollen, yet she curled her lips, as if having a sweet dream.
Aiden Shaw picked up that bottle, and a strange scene flashed in his mind—a ti Tiana drank at Azurea, leaving him stranded on the highway, and sohow, he found himself lifting that bottle.
Soon afterward, Jesse Rivers returned with the female doctor.
Queenie Grant and Crystal Donovan followed behind, hearts bleeding at the thought of losing a month’s wages.
The two cooperated with the doctor to dry Tiana Thorne’s body, blow-dry her hair, and replace the bed sheets before leaving.
Dr. Miller asked, "What kind of wine did she drink?"
Aiden Shaw handed over the bottle, "Expired for many years."
The doctor took it, shook it, finding not a drop left inside, and helplessly shook her head, "Not only did she drink, but she drank while bathing. The alcohol has spread throughout her body; recovery might not be quick."
"Is there a life-threatening risk?" Jesse Rivers asked.
"It’s unlikely. She may have recurrent high fevers. I’ll prescribe so dicine; the rashes will recede, and a few days of rest will suffice."
Jesse Rivers added, "Thank you, doctor."
After speaking, he turned his head towards Aiden Shaw, noticing a few red rashes appearing on his face, and even his neck.
Jesse Rivers was taken aback, quickly asking, "Doctor, could these rashes be contagious?"
The doctor examined the rashes on Tiana Thorne again and shook her head, "These rashes are caused by drinking expired wine. dicine will cure them; they aren’t contagious, so Mr. Rivers needn’t worry."
Jesse Rivers: "...Alright."
Inside, he felt chaotic and chaotic.
Unexpectedly, Aiden drank from the sa bottle...
He glanced discreetly at Aiden, whose face remained clear, cold, and aloof, sharply intense, as if unaffected by anything.
But he drank from the sa expired bottle as Tiana.
Cough...
This is too extre.
While seeing the doctor off, Jesse Rivers deliberately asked, "Which dicine treats the rashes?"
The doctor set it aside, "This one."
"Could you prescribe an extra set?"
"Take it only three tis; after all, dicine has side effects and shouldn’t be overused," the doctor advised professionally.
In consideration of Aiden’s dignity, Jesse Rivers made up an excuse, "Just in case in the future..."
Aiden Shaw interrupted her, "Prescribe an extra dose, for ."
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