Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts

Chapter 133

When Ines returned to the bedroom, she found Ethan lying in the middle of the bed with a frown on his face, eyes closed tight, and looking a little worse for wear. It was a sight that tugged at her heartstrings.

She gave him a nudge, but when he didn't respond, she gently tapped his face, saying, "Ethan, wake up. We need to take your temperature before you go back to sleep."

He seemed disturbed by this and grumpily rolled over so his back was facing her; his voice was hoarse as he said, "Leave me alone; I'm fine. I just need some sleep."

Ines scowled, not expecting Ethan to be this stubborn when he was ill. She sternly said, "Your voice is so hoarse; how much worse do you want it to get? Are you trying to make me worry on purpose?"

Maybe it was her brusque tone, Ethan rolled back over to face her, still with his eyes closed. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Frustrated, Ines climbed onto the bed and boldly lifted his arm to tuck a thermometer under his armpit. As she withdrew her hand, it brushed against his feverishly hot chest, causing her to flinch back as if she'd been shocked.

After a while, Ines checked the thermometer and found his temperature was 37.5 degrees. He had a mild fever, but it was nothing too serious.

She went to the living room and found the medicine she'd brought back when she got off work. Ethan hadn't taken any of it; no wonder his condition hadn't improved.

Ines shook her head helplessly, wondering how this man had managed to survive on his own when he clearly couldn't take care of himself.

She returned to the bedroom with the medicine, making Ethan take it. This time, he didn't resist and quickly fell asleep after taking it. Though Ines was still a bit miffed, she wouldn't jeopardize his

health and let him stay in bed.

After turning off the lights, Ines lay down beside him, reminding him in a concerned tone, "Ethan, if you feel unwell during the night, wake me up."

Ethan responded, "Don't worry, I'm as fit as a fiddle."

Hearing this, Ines wanted to curse. This man had given her so many reasons to worry. After a while, in the darkness, a hand suddenly wrapped around Ines' waist. Ines, who had been struggling to fall asleep, immediately woke up. Before she could react, she was pulled into Ethan's arms. One of his hands cradled her head while the other held her waist, pressing her face against his chest in their usual sleeping position.

Ines found this amusing; even in his sleep, this man's possessiveness of her didn't lessen.

She quite liked this, so she didn't push him away. After a while, she started feeling sleepy, and her eyes grew heavy.

But this didn't last long; Ethan's hand started to roam, lightly tracing circles around her waist. Even more audacious, his hand slipped under her pajamas, boldly wandering over her body. The breath fanning her cheek was incredibly hot.

Ines, who was just starting to feel sleepy, was immediately wide awake due to Ethan's actions. She held his wandering hand still and said, "Ethan, behave yourself when you're sick."

"Izzy." His voice was soft and different from usual as if he were talking in his sleep. Ines was unsure whether he was asleep or not. After a while, seeing that he didn't make any further moves, she decided to leave him alone. But this didn't last long. Suddenly, she felt an all-too-familiar force on her body, a feeling she recognized even in her drowsy state.

"Ethan, are you faking your illness?"

"Izzy, I have a fever; you took my temperature." This time, Ethan didn't remain silent; he quietly explained.

Then he pressed a hot kiss on her; even in the darkness, he managed to perfectly land on her lips. It was so sudden that Ines was caught off guard, and he kissed her right on the mouth.

All Ines could think was, What the hell? How could he be so energetic when he was sick?

She thought he was just taking some minor advantage of her, but soon she felt a chill on her body. She clenched her teeth and said, "Ethan, I haven't forgiven you yet; get off me."

By this point, there was no stopping the man. All he said was, "Izzy, I've heard that doing this sort of thing is very effective for treating a fever; why don't we give it a try?"

Before she could refute it, he was kissing her again, intruding into her mouth, sometimes wild, sometimes gentle. Her resistance gradually melted away, and she even wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his fervor.

The two were a couple in love, so the outcome was inevitable.

The next day, Ines looked at the countless marks on her body and was pretty sure Ethan was just using his illness as an excuse to take advantage of her. He had intentionally not taken his medicine for this purpose.

Ines was bummed. She had decided to stand up to him, but she surrendered after just one day and ended up being a willing captive.

Since it was the weekend, Ines was still upset and didn't want to get up early. As she lay in bed thinking about the previous night's events, she grew angrier and couldn't help but grind her teeth, muttering, "Ethan, you're such a jerk."

At that moment, Ethan came in from outside. He'd changed into a suit, looking sharp. The bruise on his face had faded, and only a small spot was left at the corner of his mouth, barely noticeable if you weren't looking for it. He looked refreshed, not sickly at all.

"Izzy, stop staring at me. I'm off to work now; you can get up and eat when you've had enough sleep."

Ines grunted in response, then asked, "It's the weekend; do you still have unfinished work?"

Ethan nodded. "There are some things that need to be dealt with at the office. I fell behind schedule yesterday."

"Serves you right; who told you to go pick a fight last night?" Ines couldn't help but say:

Ethan merely smiled, not taking her words to heart. He bent down to kiss her forehead lightly and said, "I'm off to work. Stay at home and wait for me. Don't sneak out to meet any men, regardless of who they are."

Ines gave him a push, saying, "Enough with the nagging; get going. Don't waste any more of your time." As Ethan left the room, Ines watched his retreating figure, and despite everything, she couldn't help but laugh.