At this mont, the maid carried over the prepared dicinal soup, "Master, the fever dicine is here, shall I feed it to Miss Linden?"
The maid intended to feed Celeste the dicine.
But Ethan Barnes reached out and took the fever dicine, "I’ll do it, you may leave."
The maid was slightly astonished. Ethan was born into a wealthy family, with a silver spoon in his mouth from birth, and now, his lifestyle is even more luxurious, with servants attending to every aspect of his life. He had never personally cared for anyone before.
This was the first ti the maid had seen her master attending to soone else. It was as if the sun had risen in the west.
Ethan sat by the bedside, where Celeste was still unconscious. He brought a spoonful of herbal dicine to her lips, commanding stiffly, "Open your mouth and drink the dicine."
The unconscious Celeste didn’t respond at all.
Ethan pressed his thin lips together and then directly fed the herbal dicine into Celeste’s mouth.
However, Celeste didn’t swallow the dicine, so the dark liquid imdiately trickled from the corner of her lips, seeping into her white pajamas.
"Paper! Quick, get so paper!"
"Yes, master."
Ethan took the paper and awkwardly wiped the dicine stains from Celeste. Her pajamas weren’t dirty; otherwise, she’d be upset and give him a hard ti once she woke.
Ethan carefully wiped her face and the corner of her lips, and once he was sure they were clean, he continued to feed her the dicine. "Celeste, hurry up and open your mouth, or I’ll pinch your mouth and force it down. That’s what happens to those who refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
There was no response from Celeste.
Ethan pinched her cheek and really poured the dicine into her mouth.
The unconscious Celeste couldn’t swallow in ti and imdiately vomited all the dicine onto Ethan.
Looking at the large stain on his shirt, Ethan’s face turned dark, and he almost wanted to strangle this woman, Celeste.
Cough, cough.
Celeste choked, starting a violent cough, her beautiful little face turning red.
The maids around them waited on them carefully, marveling at Ethan’s fumbling efforts. He simply didn’t know how to care for soone, inadvertently tornting the unconscious Celeste.
Yet, how many won dream of experiencing such a sweet "tornt" that they can’t have?
"Master, let us handle it."
"No need, this bowl of dicine has cooled, go prepare another one."
"Yes."
Ethan went in to change into a clean shirt while the maid brought the newly prepared herbal soup. Ethan reached out, took it, and continued feeding Celeste, with a determination that suggested eagerness to keep trying.
However, looking at the even paler Celeste having been troubled once already, Ethan’s tone softened. He spoke softly, "Celeste, you must be good, obediently drink the dicine so your illness will improve."
"I know today was my fault; I shouldn’t have taken you to witness such a brutal and bloody scene. You don’t understand; Olivia’s child... it can’t be mine."
"Get well soon, I promise you, once you recover, you’ll get to see your younger brother, will that do?"
Ethan took a sip of the dicinal soup, then fed it mouth-to-mouth to Celeste.
He pried open her teeth and forcefully fed it in.
With a gulp, Celeste swallowed it, but the dicine was too bitter, and even in her coma, she furrowed her delicate brows.
Ethan was reluctant to leave, and he leaned down to kiss Celeste, her mouth tasted so sweet, like she had eaten so candy.
The maids watching were stunned; how did a simple act of feeding dicine turn into a kissing scene?
Ethan paid no mind to the others. Using this thod, he fed the fever dicine to Celeste mouthful by mouthful, soon reaching the bottom of the dicine bowl.
"Everyone leave, no need to stay here." Ethan started to get attached.
"Master, Miss Linden has sweat a lot, shall we help wipe her body down and change her clothes?"
Ethan raised an eyebrow, "With here, do these things require you?"
Maid, "..."
The maids left, and Ethan went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of hot water, then sat by the bed, reaching out to unbutton Celeste’s clothes.
At this mont, he was focused; her fever was at 42 degrees, the alternating heat and cold were severe, he absolutely wouldn’t take advantage of this opportunity unless he was a beast.
However, as he unbuttoned her shirt, Celeste’s fair and delicate skin slowly ca into view, along with the unique feminine curves exuding endless temptation, as if testing his self-control.
Dammit.
Ethan coughed, forcing himself to stay focused. He wiped her body dry and dressed her in fresh clothes.
After attending to all this, he was sweating, his body temperature scorching.
Does fever spread through contact? Otherwise, why is his body so hot?
He felt as if he was on the brink of monkhood, now forced to endure the temptation of feminine charm.
Ethan took a shower in the bathroom before returning. He lifted the blanket, laying down beside Celeste, then extended his strong arm to pull her into his embrace.
Celeste already felt cold, as if born in the depths of winter, but then she suddenly felt she was hugging a furnace, feeling genuinely warm.
Celeste couldn’t help but hold him tighter around his strong waist, burying her small face in his chest, snuggling affectionately.
Ethan, young and vigorous, full of youthful energy, his body warmly enveloped Celeste, captivating her with its warmth.
Ethan looked down at her, knowing she usually appeared stubborn and rebellious in front of him, refusing to listen, but now she was obedient, very obedient, soft and weak, like a little kitten.
Ethan was starting to like this side of her.
The way she looked now made him want to bully her.
Ethan lowered his head and kissed her red lips.
Mm.
In her coma, Celeste felt uncomfortable; she felt short of breath, as if a huge rock was pressing down on her.
She instinctively resisted, wanting to avoid Ethan’s kiss.
But Ethan didn’t let go of her, instead firmly holding her in his embrace. He had endured her for so long, had patiently cared for her for so long; it was ti she repaid him, to give him a little sweetness.
Ethan kept her trapped in his arms, deepening the kiss.
Celeste was very uncomfortable, yet she couldn’t escape. Before long, that big rock transford into Ethan, appearing in her dreams, leaving her no escape even in her coma.
Ethan savored her sweetness, his hands restless, but quickly realized he was just torturing himself.
She was in this state, and if he bullied her further, he would be nothing less than a beast.
But if he didn’t, he felt dreadful all over.
Ethan flipped over, directly pressing her beneath him.
"Celeste," he hoarsely called her na. This ti, he didn’t even know if he was calling for "Carlotta" or "Celeste."
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