NovelEnglishZacharias nodded. “Let her do it. You can step out for now.” The doctor exchanged a few words with Shirley
before leaving the room with the nurse.
Inside the room, Zacharias reclined halfway, his slender neck slightly raised to make it easier for Shirley to wipe
him down.
His hospital gown was open, revealing the honey-colored texture of his skin. His defined chest and abdominal
muscles seemed to merge seamlessly. Even though he was running a high fever, he still gave off a visual
pleasure of strength and power.
She diligently followed the doctor's instructions. to help him cool down. However, what was this feverish man up
to?
Zacharias stared intently at Shirley from such close quarters, his gaze exuding a blatant seduction. She was not
just any ordinary girl; she had remarkable self-control. She focused solely on her task, ignoring the alluring
charmi in the man’s eyes.
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She reached out to check the temperature on his forehead. He squinted, enjoying the touch of her hand. She
breathed a sigh of relief as he finally started to cool down.
Seeing that Zacharias continued to gaze at her, Shirley couldn't help but give him an annoyed glare. However,
his intense stare didn’t make her feel offended. Instead, it made her feel like a valuable piece of art displayed for
his admiration, which was an honor.
Suddenly, he felt thirsty. He didn’t ask her to fetch water for him, as there was already a glass of water on the
nearby table. He reached out and grabbed it, bringing it to his lips to take a sip. Shirley realized what Zacharias
was doing and hurriedly stopped him. ‘Don’t drink that, it’s my glass.”
“After we've already kissed, you're concerned about this?” He raised an eyebrow, unabashedly sipping from her
glass. She looked at him speechlessly.
“Besides me, has Cole also kissed you before?” His gaze shifted from the rim of the glass to her. Thinking back to
when she said goodbye to Cole, Shirley did want to kiss him goodbye, but in the end, he only kissed her on the
forehead.
“I'm not telling you,” she said haughtily. Zacharias didn’t need her to tell him. He still had pictures of them
kissing on his phone.
“Giveanother glass.” He handed her the glass.
Shirley took it and poured him another glass of water. After he finished it, he instructed, ‘Get Freddie in here.”
She opened the door and called Freddie over, who entered with a briefcase in hand. Seeing that they still had
work to attend to, she went outside. After a while, Freddie walked out and said, “Miss Lloyd, Mr. Flintstone wants
to see you.”
Shirley went in again and saw Zacharias sitting with a stack of documents beside him. However, his right hand
was temporarily immobilized. It was wrapped in bandages, and he couldn’t move it.
‘Bringspaper and a pen,” the man instructed her. She found them and handed them over. She watched
as he started to write with his left hand.
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Shirley couldn't help but be surprised and pondered, He can write with his left hand? She watched as he wrote
his non the paper, the strokes smooth and confident..
Zacharias practiced his signature a few more times. Finally, he felt it was satisfactory. He told her, “Open the
documents for me. I'm ready to sign.”
She asked, “Shouldn't | call in Freddie to help you? | don’t know which pages you need to sign.”
“Ill tell you.” He still preferred her assistance. Shirley picked up the top document. She watched as Zacharias
directed her to turn the pages, finding the spots that required his signature. With his left hand, he took the pen
and signed his nquickly and decisively.
She couldn't help but wonder if he had been left-handed as a child.
Without saying a word, she acted as the tool to help him turn the pages. She stayed by his side until he signed
all the documents, then returned them to the nearby briefcase. Then, she took it and handed it over to Freddie.
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