Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Flustering the Physician

The bright light of the morning sun cut through the glass windows of the grand bedroom. Inside, the quiet room was filled with tension.

True to his hidden script, Damian Boren had spent the entire night right there. He had slept soundly on the plush standard bed across the room, while Jannah rested on the specialized medical bed positioned near the center. The moment the morning light hit the room, Damian was already on his feet, working with quiet, deliberate speed. He had already administered the antidote into her system. Jannah was awake now, but her fragile frame remained incredibly weak, her pale skin looking almost translucent against the white sheets.

But of course, according to the plan Damian was running in his mind, he had absolutely no intention of curing her instantly. He had to drag this treatment out as slowly as possible, using every single medical checkup to get closer to her, to show his care, and to make Jannah gradually fall for his charms.

With gentle, practiced movements, Damian carefully changed the plaster cast on her fractured right hand. He then moved closer to her torso, unwrapping the old gauze and wrapping her broken ribs with a fresh, clean white bandage. His hands were soft and steady, his eyes holding a deep focus.

When Jannah opened her heavy eyelids and found the handsome doctor standing directly over her body, her dark eyes widened in surprise. She tried to shift her weight against the pillows, her voice a weak whisper.

"Doctor Damian... what are you doing here?"

Damian offered her a warm, incredibly calm smile, his voice dropping into a soft, soothing tone to ease her mind. "Don’t get surprised at all, Jannah. Rest your body. I am here as your personal doctor to oversee every single phase of your recovery and treatment. You are safe with me."

Jannah lay back down, her mind racing with a hundred different questions. She closed her eyes for a brief second, her thoughts instantly turning to the ruthless master of the house. She began wondering intensely how a proud, territorial alpha like Dorrent had even allowed a rival doctor to enter his estate in the first place, let alone sleep in the same room with her. It didn’t fit Dorrent’s manic, possessive psychology at all.

Before she could think deeper, Damian gently checked her pulse, his fingers warm against her wrist. "How are you feeling this morning, Jannah?"

Jannah looked up at his calm face, a small, genuine wave of gratitude washing over her features. "I feel much better than yesterday, Doctor Damian. The burning pain in my chest is mostly gone, all thanks to your treatment."

She paused, her brow furrowing into a thin line of confusion as she recalled her sudden, terrifying change the night before. "But... can I ask you something? What had been wrong with my body last night? I was recovering so well the day before yesterday, and then suddenly I couldn’t even breathe."

Damian let out a slow, serious sigh, adjusting the blanket over her lap. "It turned out that the bullet you were hit with was coated with a very dangerous, slow-acting chemical poison. That is why it took so much time to manifest and attack your internal system. It hid inside your blood until last night, but you don’t need to worry anymore. With the antidote I am giving you, you will soon recover completely."

Jannah nodded slowly, but as she looked at Damian’s steady gaze, another memory from that wild night in the slums crashed into her mind. Her cheeks warmed slightly, and she decided to finally ask the question that had been burning in her throat.

I hate him. I hope his whole empire burns to the ground, Jannah cursed Dorrent’s name inwardly with a bitter, burning rage.

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