A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

My God. Kate cried out inside. Now? She was in such a state.

She could not do it now.

He grew impatient and came over to do it himself. He was an expert in stripping, and soon she was left in just bras and underpants. She held her arms against her chest by instinct.

Tristan didn’t continue and carried her to the bathroom. Tristan put her into the tub already filled with water. “It is cool.” Kate hunched her shoulders and wanted to get out.

He pushed her back and said, “It is warm. You are almost frozen. Cannot use water that is too hot.”

Kate touched her own knees, and they were freezing. But sitting in the tub almost naked under the gaze of a fully dressed man, she felt comfortable somehow. She curled her toes, bent her legs, and hugged her knees.

Tristan pressed her flat so that she could all soak in the water. He raised his hand to push her hair back and combed her hair with his fingers. There wasn’t desire in his eyes, but his expression made Kate feel more awkward to look at him.

The next second, she gave out a low cry. Tristan asked, “What is wrong?”

Kate could not say it. It was probably because they had had sex too vigorously. Some part below was wounded, and it hurt soaking in the water. Kate frowned and shook her head. She said nothing. This proved the water was warm, she thought.

Tristan squatted, watching her, and touched her to check her temperature from time to time. He went out to make a call, and when he returned, he brought a pair of men’s pajamas.

After he confirmed that Kate had returned to normal, he allowed her to come out of the tub.

As the lingerie was wet, Kate had to put the pajamas on without underwear. The pants were extremely long, and she had rolled up almost to her feet to avoid being tripped over. Before she got out of the bathroom, she looked in the mirror. She looked like a kid wearing adult clothes or a person in a bag.

Tristan showed up at the door of the dining hall and asked her to come over. Kate was surprised to see four courses on the table, “You made these?”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Tristan rolled his eyes, “I ordered it. There is a restaurant just downstairs.”

He just sat there watching her eating. She thought he might reprimand her, but he just sat there quietly and even got her a cup of water. She was speculating inside that Tristan might act strangely tonight. Would he have an outburst later?

Even though the bed was strange to her, Kate was exhausted and fell asleep easily, surrounded by the familiar scent. Half-awake, Kate felt that someone was touching her forehead, her cheeks, and even reaching under her loose pajamas. It was strange that she didn’t feel startled and woke up as before.

She slept deeply and had a dream that her home was on fire. She ran into the house to save her brother and sister, and then she thought of her grandma, who was still in the house. She wanted to run in again, but the beam fell down. She cried for her grandma until her dry and sore throat could not make any sound.

Then Tristan woke her up. She opened her eyes and met his. He put his hand on her forehead and told her, “You have a fever.”

Tristan found the medicine kit and measured her temperature to be 39℃.

He got the water and let her take some fever reducer.

Kate heard him call somebody to get her an infusion while she was in a daze. She said, “Didn’t I just take medication? I will be OK after some sleep. I had a harder fever than this before. Don’t worry.”

Kate hid in the blanket and just showed half of her reddened face, which looked piteous and funny.

Tristan smiled the first time that night. He scraped his finger along with her nose and said, “Your brain was burnt stupid that time?”

Kate frowned, “So you are saying I am stupid. I am not stupid.”