Everything was a deal until divorce novel Chapter 111

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The muscles in Dorian’s back flexed with every small movement, his narrow waist tightening like there was endless strength locked inside him.

Arden looked away. She grabbed the hair dryer and walked over. “Sit still, turn around.”

Dorian did exactly what she said, turning his back to her The second he faced away, his mouth tugged into a faint smile. He’s running a fever, and she still came over to take care of him.

Arden kept it strictly business. She turned on the dryer, warm air only, and started drying his hair.

He felt her fingertips combing through his hair, the heat from the airflow set perfectly, it was ridiculously comfortable.

He didn’t have much hair to begin with, so ten minutes later it was fully dry. The soup had cooled down too. Arden put the dryer away, then said flatly, “Drink the soup.”

Dorian turned back around. His freshly dried hair was soft and messy, falling near his brows. Combined with the fever, it made him look less untouchable than usual. More human, for once.

He leaned back against the headboard again, lazy, one leg bent, and said shamelessly, “Feed me.”

Arden bent down to put the dryer on the second shelf of the cabinet. Her hips lifted slightly, the curve obvious.

Her legs looked pale and smooth, almost distracting. Her waistline stretched as she moved, drawing that narrow waist even tighter.

Arden stood up and shot him a cool glance. “The soup’s on the nightstand next to you. Drink it if you want. If you don’t, you can sit there and suffer. I’m not taking care of you, and tell Lucien to stop bothering me.”

Dorian clicked his tongue. Cold. Ruthless. Not a drop of sympathy.

She’d spent so long making that soup, and he wasn’t about to waste it. Besides, he had a feeling if he didn’t drink it now, she’d never make it again.

“My hand hurts,” he said, holding his arm up like evidence. “You bit me. I can’t even lift the bowl.”

Arden looked dead inside. “Mr. Vale, why are you so dramatic? You still have your left hand.”

Alright, fine. He got caught. Dorian didn’t even look embarrassed. He picked up the bowl and drank it anyway, finishing it in one go.

Her soup tasted good, just faintly sweet, nothing like what Martha usually made. When he was done, he stared at the bite mark on his arm. “Arden.”

“Yeah?”

“This is your fault. You can’t just ignore it.”

Arden glanced at it. It was bruised purple, with a little deed blood. “If you didn’t act crazy, nobody would’ve bitten you.”

“But what if it gets infected?”

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Arden didn’t respond. She went to find the first–aid kit, came back with antiseptic and cotton swabs, then knelt by the bed, all business again. “Give me your arm

Dorian held it out obediently. Arden cleaned the wound Then she slapped a bandage on it.

Her hand rested against his arm, soft and warm. Her lashes were long, lowered while she focused, her expression serious.

Dorian’s eyes drifted to her lips again. Until Arden said, “Done.”

Dorian pulled his arm back, the warmth still lingering. Arden handed him a warm towel. “Hold this on your forehead. We can only cool you down like this for now. You can’t take meds until the alcohol’s out of your

system.”

Dorian took it, his fingertips brushing hers. Arden immediately pulled her hand back.

Dorian raised his brows and placed the towel on his forehead.

His fever was bad. Him staying awake at all was pure stubbornness. After the warm soup, he was already drifting. His eyelids got heavy fast, and within seconds he closed his eyes. Right before sleep took him, he still forced out one question.

“You’re not leaving, right? Don’t leave.”

It sounded almost childish. His eyes were hazy, no sharp edge left, just something pathetic and oddly pitiful.

Seeing how out of it he was, Arden answered, “Go to sleep. I’ll leave after your fever breaks.”

“Don’t lie.” That was enough. Dorian finally fell asleep.

Only when he was fully out did Arden lift the blanket and check his lower stomach. The wound was brutal, jagged and ugly. It was obvious how badly he’d been hurt back then.

She sat beside him and pressed her hand to his forehead. Still burning hot.

Every so often, she swapped out the towel. At one point, his fever spiked to 104.9 °F, and Arden switched to an ice–cold towel instead.

When she checked his forehead again, Dorian suddenly grabbed her hand. Fever–dazed, he mumbled like he had no idea what he was saying. “Arden… call me babe.”

Arden pried his fingers off one by one. He was gripping hard, and it took way more effort than it should’ve. Once she finally freed herself, she sat farther away, watching him carefully.

A sick man looked vulnerable. A sick man could still be terrifying.

She went back and forth all night, swapping towels, checking his temperature.

She was exhausted. She yawned, pulled out her phone, scrolled through a few short videos, and before long her head dropped and she fell asleep sitting there.

With Arden taking care of him, Dorian’s fever finally broke around midnight.

His body suddenly felt lighter. Easier to breathe. Easier to exist.

He opened his eyes, still a little bloodshot, then turned his head and saw Arden asleep beside the bed.

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Her lashes were long. Her face was small and pale. Her lips were still red, soft–looking, almost innocent. She was sleeping so deeply she didn’t stir at all.

Dorian lifted a hand and gently brushed his fingers over her lashes. Then he turned on his side and stared at her under the warm amber light for a long time.

Every so often, he rubbed his thumb lightly across her cheek. The room was quiet.

Outside, the summer wind picked up, making the curtains sway. But somehow, the whole space felt strangely warm.

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