After a while, he said, "Come here."
His voice was hoarse, so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable.
Lena did not dare to disobey and slowly approached him.
Heat radiated from Hunter's entire body, and even the exposed skin of his neck was covered in a fine layer of sweat.
The towel was no longer effective, so he slowly got up and splashed cold water onto his face, some droplets falling onto his robe.
"Mr. Reid, you're still sick."
Hunter leaned slightly and splashed his cheeks a few times. His voice was still hoarse as he asked, "So, what do you suggest we do?"
Lena was momentarily speechless. The d**g Clara had given her was definitely not ordinary. If even someone with Hunter's level of self-control was being pushed to this extent, an ordinary person would have already lost co
