NovelEnglishChapter 91
Chapter 91 Satisfied
The rain seemed to materialize from Nate's silent wish, gradually intensifying with each passing moment.
Thunderclouds gathered, promising a storm.
Nate raced through the heavy downpour, his clothes quickly becoming saturated. By the the reached his car,
water cascaded down his skin, each droplet a testament to nature's sudden fury. Instructing the driver to
activate the air conditioning, Nate settled into the vehicle filled with cool air. As midnight approached, an
unsettling sensation crept through his body.
He retrieved a thermometer, its digital display revealing an alarming truth: his temperature had climbed to 101.3
degrees Fahrenheit.
Rising from his bed, Nate gathered the carefully prepared fever and cold medications. With deliberate
movements, he tossed them into the toilet, watching them swirl away before flushing. A satisfied smile played
across his lips.
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The next morning dawned pale and subdued.
The previous night's deluge had transformed the landscape, leaving behind an earthy fragrance of wet grass and
freshly dampened soil.
Corrine dressed carefully, preparing to start her day. As she opened her bedroom door, she encountered Tanya in
the hallway.
"Good morning, Miss Holland," Tanya greeted, her smile warm yet tinged with underlying concern. Her hands
cradled a steaming tray of soup, drawing Corrine's immediate attention. Noticing her gaze, Tanya explained, her
voice revealing a hint of worry, "Mr. Hopkins was perfectly fine yesterday, but who would have imagined he'd
develop a fever overnight? | suspect the rain might be responsible. Since | couldn't locate the fever medicine at
home, | prepared this soup to help strengthen him."
A flicker of unintended anxiety crossed Corrine's eyes. "Have you called a doctor?"
"The doctor has already visited," Tanya sighed, "but Mr. Hopkins has never been fond of taking medicine. | was
left with little choice."
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"Lethandle this," Corrine offered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear-a subtle gesture masking her
momentary awkwardness,
Tanya paused, her knowing glance speaking volumes. A brief, understanding smile danced in her eyes. "Thank
you, Miss Holland."
Corrine accepted the tray, her fingers wrapped carefully around its edges.
She watched Tanya retreat down the hallway before turning toward Nate's room.
She knocked gently. A low, hoarse voice responded, "Cin."
Pushing the door open, Corrine found Nate not resting as she had expected, but engrossed in a document.
Gone was his typical black shirt, replaced by a deep blue pajama set that outlined his physique with tantalizing
subtlety.
The neckline hinted at the elegant lines of his collarbone, while rolled-up sleeves revealed the muscular strength
of his forearms.
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"Just leave it there and go." Nate's initial words carried an indifferent coldness, designed to maintain distance.
When no movement followed, he lifted his gaze. His dark eyes-intense and piercing- seemed to cut directly
through Corrine, momentarily stealing her breath.
The tray trembled slightly in her grasp, her feet feeling unsteady.
Yet, upon recognizing her, Nate's demeanor transformed. The icy exterior melted, replaced by a gentle,
disarming smile. "Why are you up so early?" he asked, closing the document and beckoning her closer.
Corrine approached, her movements deliberate. "Tanya mentioned you have a fever," she explained, placing the
tray on the bedside table.
Her hand instinctively reached to check his temperature, her brow furrowing with genuine concern.
"I'm fine," Nate murmured, intercepting her hand. His fingers traced the delicate bones. of her wrist, sending a
subtle warmth through her cool skin.
Her concern deepened, noting the unusual flush across his face. "You need to take medicine,” she insisted,
preparing to retrieve the medical kit.
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