Chapter 264: Chapter 264

Stunned for a few seconds, Quinn Lockwood first applied a cooling patch to Elias Sinclair’s forehead, then unbuttoned his suit and shirt.

The man’s sexy and firm muscles on his chest and abdomen were revealed in front of her. Quinn couldn’t help but swallow and quickly squinted her eyes as she placed the thermometer under Elias’s armpit.

Looking at Elias’s face flushed from the fever, Quinn’s brows furrowed even tighter.

She had never seen him so vulnerable before.

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Her small hand instinctively brushed against Elias’s face, and Quinn just felt that at this moment, Elias was just an ordinary person needing love and care.

"Who?" Only when the man’s low and husky voice reached her ears did Quinn come back to her senses.

Elias was looking at her coldly, his eyes narrowed, and he was holding her wrist with a bit of force.

"It’s me, Savannah Lowell."

"Get some sleep, I’ll stay with you." She bent slightly closer to Elias so that he could clearly see her, and Quinn raised her other hand to stroke the man’s cheek.

"Savannah Lowell," the man, seeming somewhat faint and confused about the woman in front of him, mumbled hoarsely before finally relaxing his grip.

"I’m here, sleep, I’ll always be here." Quinn’s fingertips gently slid over the man’s fair and feverish cheek, feeling increasingly distressed.

Even when so weak, he insists on maintaining vigilance?

When will these tightly furrowed brows really smooth out?

Her small hand forcefully smoothed out Elias’s eyebrows, then Quinn took the thermometer out.

Changing the patch on his head, Quinn hurriedly followed Angus’s instructions, going to the bathroom to wash a towel in cold water.

Though she was quite embarrassed, Quinn removed Elias’s shirt so the heat would dissipate faster.

As for the pants, Quinn couldn’t bring herself to do anything for quite some time, only unbuckling his belt.

After wiping Elias’s body with a towel and wrapping the ice pack with a towel to place it over his pulsing artery, Quinn also used a cotton swab to moisten Elias’s lips.

Finally, after half the night of bustling around, Elias’s fever subsided.

Afraid he might get a fever again or feel thirsty at night, Quinn simply leaned against Elias’s side to keep watch over him.

Eventually, in the latter half of the night, Quinn was so exhausted that she fell asleep.

Perhaps still worrying about Elias’s condition in her dreams, Quinn’s hand stayed on the man’s chest, feeling his body temperature.

When Elias opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a delicate and rosy face.

The woman’s small hand was resting on him, her arm slightly rising and falling with her gentle rhythmic breaths, her soft and rosy lips slightly parted, and Elias couldn’t help but recall the unusual sweetness he had tasted yesterday.

Raising his fingertip slightly, Elias traced Quinn’s cheek, then lowered his head to capture those soft, mesmerizing lips.

Feeling a chill on her lips, Quinn instantly opened her eyes, faced with a pair of magnified narrow, deep eyes that held a gentle smile.

"Uh." Startled, Quinn quickly shrank back, pulled away her hand, and sat up straight.

"What are you afraid of?" Elias pulled Quinn back, holding her in his arms, the corners of his mouth carrying a slight smile.

"Last night, while I was unconscious, you even took off my clothes, what are you afraid of now?" Elias teased softly, his fingers gently stroking her cheek.

"Let me go, you rogue! I took off your clothes because... I had to cool you down, that’s why..." Quinn slapped Elias’s chest, her face reddening to her ears.

This guy is as infuriating as ever, and she felt so sorry for him last night!

Seeing her embarrassed again, Elias smiled faintly and said softly, "Hmm, you kept your hand on my chest all night, it really wasn’t intentional."

Upon hearing this, Quinn was so embarrassed that she didn’t dare to look Elias in the eye. She just lowered her head, avoiding his gaze.

Seeing her , Elias was satisfied in his heart, and didn’t tease Quinn any further, releasing her hand.

"Re...take your temperature, I’m going to freshen up." Quinn threw the thermometer to Elias and quickly darted into the bathroom.

Watching Quinn’s adorable shy demeanor, Elias couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Quinn had actually intended to quietly sneak back to her room while Elias was freshening up, but it seemed as if Elias had seen right through her intentions and instructed her to obediently wait for him so they could go downstairs for breakfast together.

Sitting on the bed, Quinn rolled her eyes dramatically, helplessly waiting for Elias.

After coming out of the bathroom, Elias went straight to the wardrobe, took out a set of pure black high-end suit.

His peripheral vision landed on Quinn, and he hesitated for a moment before putting the black suit back, reaching for a light gray set instead.

Quinn noticed Elias’s actions, just about to ask why he didn’t wear the black one, when Elias started changing his clothes right in front of her.

"Hey, hey, hey, how can you just do that?" Quinn quickly turned away, covering her eyes, inwardly complaining about Elias.

The man put on his shirt, his face carrying an imperceptible smile, quietly changing clothes.

"Aren’t you normally quite bold? It’s just changing clothes, what is there to be afraid of seeing?" Having buttoned the last button, Elias leisurely strolled over to Quinn.

"Who wants to see you!" Quinn snapped at Elias, quickly getting up and heading towards the door.

"Can we go for breakfast now? I’m starving after bustling around for half the night." Pouting, Quinn glanced at Elias disdainfully, opening the door and walking out.

"Hmm, next time it’ll be my turn to bustle around for half the night." Elias chuckled slightly, his words carrying hidden meaning.

Quinn nodded, only after taking a few steps did she realize how odd Elias’s words sounded.

"Elias Sinclair, you... you pervert!" Once she understood the meaning behind his words, Quinn’s face burned with embarrassment, quickly speeding up to leave the man behind.

Elias followed Quinn downstairs, raising his hand to cover the corners of his lips, watching her direction with amused interest.

"Morning, Grandpa." Quinn suppressed the embarrassment and frustration she felt, greeting Grandpa Sinclair who was reading the finance newspaper on the sofa.

"Good morning, Savannah." Grandpa Sinclair had already set down the newspaper, seeing the clear blush on Quinn’s face and the faint smile on his usually aloof grandson’s face, he chuckled heartily.

Oh my, it looks like they’ll soon have a grandchild in this family.

This aloof kid Elias has finally come around.

Grandpa Sinclair waved his hand, signaling the servants to serve breakfast, while he leaned back on the sofa, watching the budding interaction between the two with satisfaction.