“Fetch me a basin!” I wailed to the man who barely takes instructions from others while groping onto my stomach.
Edgar hurriedly settled me down on the bed, in an utter state of confusion, before moving along with my request.
He was so swift in his movements that I barely noticed when he left my presence, or when he arrived seconds later with the basin in his hand.
I could feel it coming. That involuntary urge to drum out all of yesterday’s indigested toxins and poisons.
However, with the duke beside me... Doing this would be so f*cking inappropriate, I thought. And so, I forcefully gulped every appearance of pungent liquid back into my system.
I would resist this till it decides to go away, I ordered myself, as I’m certain that he would think less of me if I were to vomit in his pre
