He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 173

Yorath glanced at the screen, then closed the chat window.

Ottilie woke up to the savory scent of food.

Opening her eyes, she saw Yorath dressed in casual clothes, sitting in the tent and staring at the simmering pot of soup.

She wondered what he was thinking about.

Normally incredibly alert, he hadn't even noticed she was awake.

Ottilie propped herself up. The bed creaked, finally drawing Yorath's attention.

"You're awake?"

He grabbed a bowl and ladled out some of the hot broth.

Sitting up was a massive struggle for Ottilie.

Her back ached, her legs throbbed, and every inch of her body felt sore.

But she didn't let a trace of it show on her face.

"Yeah."

Yorath handed her the bowl. "Eat a little, and then we're heading back."

The food was scalding hot, so Ottilie took small, careful sips.

They finished the meal without exchanging a single word.

Despite having rested overnight and eating her fill, Ottilie's body hadn't recovered; in fact, she felt even weaker.

The toll of surviving in the wilderness had finally caught up with her, and her body shut down.

A persistent high fever struck.

She became delirious.

She remained in a hazy, feverish state for two straight days.

Ottilie finally regained a bit of clarity.

Opening her eyes, she saw Elian Zouch sitting by the bed, removing her IV drip.

She glanced around the room, finding no sign of Yorath.

A wave of relief washed over her.

Jevon walked in, read her expression, and stated, "Mrs. Fordham is sick. Yorath had to rush back in an emergency."

Ottilie simply nodded, not bothering to ask for details.

After resting for a few more days, she barely managed to regain her strength.

"Come on, tell me. How many holes did you poke in the condoms without getting knocked up? Is there something wrong with your plumbing?"

Reaching the end of her patience, Ottilie snapped, "Thanks for your concern, Mr. Crawford."

"I think you should get a full physical checkup when we get back. Make sure everything's running smoothly. If you can't have kids, sure, you can use your body to hold Yorath's attention while you're young. But when you're older and don't have a son or daughter to rely on, what are you going to do?"

Given how sick Yorath had been, yet he still spent the entire night having wild sex with Ottilie...

Jevon could tell exactly how intoxicating her body must be.

She had completely bewitched a man who was normally immune to women!

"When I'm old, how about you take me in? I can shine your shoes, deal?" Ottilie forced a smile that was dangerously close to cracking.

Jevon coughed awkwardly and turned to look out the window.

"I mean, it's not totally out of the question. But a girl like you doesn't know how to serve people. I'd only pay you about a grand a month; bonuses depend on your performance."

"Thanks so much," Ottilie gritted out through clenched teeth.

"Don't mention it—" Jevon started, but his phone suddenly rang.

It was Nyssa.

The moment he answered, her frantic voice came through. "Mrs. Fordham is in critical condition."