EMILIA quickly got off of Tyron and glared at him. Even though he was sick, his mind was still full of lust.
“No!” she quickly denied. “Stop with your nonsense. I’m going to dress you,” she said, ignoring Tyron’s teasing. She removed his slacks, even though the bulge was quite noticeable.
She wiped Tyron’s neck with a wet towel, going down to his chest and abs. But while she was doing it, her hand barely touched his skin.
It wouldn’t have been a problem for her, there was no malice. It’s just that from the corner of her eye, she could see his mischievous grin. He had already taken his medicine, the fever had subsided, and he wasn’t as sick anymore.
“I can still hear your moan in my head, Miss Green. How you gasped, how your lips parted, the way you call my name, the way you dug your na
