Clarice was startled by Ivan's unsteady state.
He leaned heavily against the doorframe, about to collapse. She rushed forward, supporting him as he practically draped himself over her, most of his weight pressing into her body.
Ivan was tall and muscular, and it took all of Clarice's strength to help him to the couch.
"Mr. Morris, what happened?" she asked, concerned.
Ivan wasn't wearing his mask, revealing the striking beauty of his right profile.
His expression was dazed, and he muttered, "It's the rain. My leg hurts so much. I took some painkillers, but I guess I overdid it."
His flushed face and sweat-soaked silk pajamas clung to him, outlining his chiseled chest.
Clarice reached out to feel his forehead—his temperature was normal, with no fever.
But if he stayed like this, he'
