The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 236

She fought down the rising panic, forced her hands to keep packing the kit as if absolutely nothing had happened, and unleashed a torrent of clinical nonsense. "The sudden shift in posture from bending over alters the gravitational distribution of blood in the body. Venous return from the cranial cavity slows down, leading to temporary facial hyperemia, which causes the skin to flush. It's a completely standard physiological response."

Sebastian's lips twitched upward. She was incredibly cute when she lied. "I see."

Riley let out a massive, silent breath. She had survived. Snapping the kit shut, she looked at him. "Have you eaten lunch?"

"I lost my appetite," he answered truthfully.

"You still need to eat something, or you're going to wreck your stomach." Back in med school, Riley had juggled so many part-time jobs that she constantly skipped meals, leaving her with chronic gastritis. "Do you have anything in the kitchen? I can make you something."

"I do."

"Let me go check." Riley fled the bedroom and beelined for the kitchen. Yanking open the massive stainless-steel fridge, she found half a dozen eggs, a mountain of fresh fruit, and rows of imported bottled water.

The kitchen was spotless, and the cookware looked like it had literally never been used. He obviously never cooked here.

Six eggs. He called this having food?

She turned to find Sebastian walking into the kitchen behind her. "Should I just order you something?"

"There's pasta in the pantry."

"Spaghetti and eggs?"

"Sure."

For a billionaire, he was shockingly easy to please.

"Go wait out there. It won't take long." She grabbed an apron hanging off a hook and went to tie the strings behind her back.

Sebastian stepped up right behind her, taking the strings from her hands. "Let me."

As his fingers brushed against hers, Riley recoiled instantly. A man tying an apron for a woman felt incredibly, dangerously intimate.

Riley kept rubbing her fingers, desperate to kill the stinging heat. "I'm fine."

Sebastian didn't listen. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands up for inspection. Seeing the angry red marks blooming across her fingertips, his brow furrowed fiercely.

"Really, I'm okay. The bowl was just..." too hot.

Before she could finish the sentence, he leaned down and gently blew a cool stream of air directly across her blistering fingertips.

Riley froze entirely. Never in a million years could she have imagined the terrifying, untouchable Sebastian St. John doing something so unbelievably gentle and utterly domestic.

The sheer contrast completely short-circuited her brain.

To make matters worse, because his shirt was still unbuttoned, his leaning over gave her a terrifyingly clear, close-up view of his chest and abs all over again.

Riley felt like she was going to spontaneously combust. The breath washing over her fingers was cool, but her entire body was burning up.