With a scolding remark, he bent down and gently embraced her.
"Don’t worry, I’m fine."
Although he hadn’t heard clearly what she had said, the way she urgently called out his name made it obvious that it must have been the assassination attempt that had caused her nightmare.
"Who’s worried about you!"
She raised her hand to push him away and looked toward the window. A small lamp was lit in the room, and daylight was faintly visible through the gaps in the curtains. Judging from the light, it seemed it was already late in the day.
Wiping the corners of her eyes with a towel, Huangfu Jue raised his palm and placed it on her forehead. Her skin was cool and damp beneath his hand, showing no sign of fever, which made him silently heave a sigh of relief.
He had experience with external injuries; no fever on the first night was a good sign.
"Just now, you kept calling my name."
So he had heard her, after all. As expected, even in her dreams she had to be careful around this man.
She curled her lip, "In my dream just now, I chopped you into pieces. Someone was all blood and gore – quite satisfying!"
"As long as you’re happy."
The man smiled faintly and raised his right hand, the towel falling onto her chest.
Realizing something was amiss, she looked down at herself and at once noticed the towel in the man’s hand as it wiped over the small mole on her chest.
Where was her shirt?!
A panic surged in her heart, and she quickly swatted his hand away and reached for her shoulders.
Her shirt was still on, but the buttons at the front had somehow been undone by him. She swiftly pulled her clothes tight, her peripheral vision catching sight of another towel on the table.
It seemed he had already been wiping her for quite some time. Hopefully, he hadn’t seen the scars on her back, had he?
"Wipe off the sweat, or you’ll catch a cold."
Huangfu Jue reached over to remove her hand and wiped the thin perspiration from her neck. She immediately pulled her shirt close again and quickly fastened the buttons, her gaze stealing a glance at the man’s face.
He must not have noticed, or he wouldn’t have been so calm.
She adjusted her clothes and tried to get out of bed, but afraid she’d hurt her wound, Huangfu Jue hastily pressed down on her shoulders.
"What do you want to do? I’ll help you."
She glared at him, "I’m going to the bathroom; you’re going to help me with that, too?"
Pushing herself upright, she threw back the quilt and was about to swing her legs out of bed when the man quickly strode over and scooped her up in his arms.
"What are you doing!"
"I’ll take you there."
Giving her no chance to escape, he carried her into the bathroom and placed her on the toilet.
"Call me when you’re done."
The man left the bathroom, and she raised her hand to her forehead.
This guy was sticking to her like glue, and with the injury on her leg, escaping his clutches wouldn’t be easy.
She annoyed ruffled her hair.
"Huangfu Jue, you’re so annoying!"
No sooner had she spoken than the bathroom door was already being pushed open.
Did this guy have radar for ears? She grabbed a roll of toilet paper and threw it at him.
Huangfu Jue caught the paper and backed out of the room, closing the door for her. She immediately hopped over on one leg to lock it.
Settling back down beside the toilet, she propped up her head with one hand and fell into contemplation.
Little did she expect, it was less than half a minute before the bathroom door was knocked on again.
She couldn’t even have peace using the bathroom – was this guy seeking death?
She turned around, shouting angrily at the door.
"I’m giving you three seconds to get as far away as possible!"
"Mommy." Outside the door, Gan Tang’s voice sounded, "It’s me."
Gan Yuan immediately regretted her outburst and hurriedly softened her voice to apologize to the little one.