Chapter 109 Do Not Worry
It had been days since Crystal met Henry.
She couldn’t help but feel somewhat delighted while being hugged by him.
Gently, she touched his forehead, which was still burning slightly.
Crystal bit her lip. How did he take care of himself for the past few days?
She caressed his handsome face and mouthed the words, “I’ll get the thermometer.”
Henry held her hand, preventing her from leaving. Swiftly, he ended the call, pressed her on the couch, and kissed her.
Crystal looked away.
In a quavering voice, she said, “Don’t. You still have a fever.”
Henry leaned closer to her and saw the fine hair on her neck, which he thought was quite cute.
He said hoarsely, “What does it matter? Maybe I’ll recover sooner.”
Crystal refused to relent.
She turned her head back and stroked his face. “You’re still sick. Listen to me, okay?”
Henry narrowed his eyes at her for a while before sitting up. “Make me something to eat. I need to drop by the office later.”
Crystal nodded, then headed to the kitchen. While the water was boiling, she grabbed the first–aid kit and measured Henry’s temperature with the thermometer inside.
Thirty–eight point eight degree Celsius. I knew it. He’s still having a fever.
She poured him a glass of water before approaching him again with a fever–reducing pill.
Henry usually refused to take medicine. He glanced at Crystal and demanded, “Feed me!”
He was sick, so Crystal gave way to him and delivered the medicine to his lips.
While staring at Crystal, he licked his lips, leaving them wet.
Crystal couldn’t help but blush.
She then made him drink some water. Once he appeared to be feeling better, she went to the kitchen to serve him a bowl of fruity oatmeal. When she brought the bowl to the dining room, she saw him smoking on the couch.
As he wasn’t feeling well, he coughed after taking a few puffs.
Crystal snatched his cigarette away and extinguished it.
Henry wasn’t angry at her. He leaned back on the couch and raised his chin, signaling her to feed
him.
Crystal wasn’t annoyed by that at all. What kind of person can become his wife and endure his picky attitude? But regardless of what happens in the future, I can’t reject him right now.
As she fed him the oatmeal, he started touching her inappropriately.
Right after she finished feeding him and placed the bowl on the table, she was pulled to his lap.
“Henry… you’re still sick.” She tried to get up.
Henry grabbed her chin with one hand and kissed her, while his other hand moved toward her crotch.
“Don’t move, and just enjoy,” he whispered next to her ear in his hoarse voice.
Half an hour later, Crystal changed her clothes in the dressing room.
She blushed slightly as she thought about what had transpired.
It was the first time Henry had focused on pleasuring her instead of himself.
“Crystal, are you done?”
Upon hearing his hoarse voice from outside, Crystal snapped back to her senses and finished dressing up.
She clearly bought this new car, but she didn’t spend much money with the card I gave her. This must mean she used her own money to buy this.
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