Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

Hull got injured and took a shower on the same day. Even a strong person like him couldn't handle that.

"Seriously, Hull, you can't hold off on your cleanliness for even a day?" Susanna muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Hey, Silas," Susanna said, her voice casual yet somewhat urgent. "You think you could come over? I can't manage that kind of care."

"Don't worry," Silas reassured her. "When he has a fever, he's quite behaved. He won't give you too much trouble."

"Trouble?" Susanna thought, aghast. "This is more than just 'trouble'!"

After Silas abruptly hung up, Susanna stared at her phone, incredulous.

"Unbelievable," she muttered.

According to Silas, Hull would get a fever tonight. But there was no way she could provide that level of care. It was inappropriate.

Trying to think of a plan, Susanna remembered Stella might send someone over. She quickly called the number back, but no one picked up, not the first time, nor the second.

"Seriously?" Susanna exclaimed out loud, frustrated. "Why isn't he answering?"

If Stella's people needed Hull's approval to come over, maybe someone from Hull's circle could help.

Determined, Susanna called again. She called twice more but still got no answer.

"It is ridiculous!" she fumed. "Silas called me, and I answered. Now, I can't get through, huh? What's the deal?"

Realizing she had no other option, Susanna headed upstairs to speak with Hull directly. She knocked cautiously, waiting for his response before opening the door a crack and staying put at the entrance

"Mr. Miguel, Stella mentioned sending someone over to help. Is that okay?"

Hull raised an eyebrow. "No."

"Really?" Susanna thought, exasperated. "Could you at least have one of your people come over?"

But Hull was firm. "No."

"Come on!" Susanna was at her wit's end. "If not them, then who? What am I supposed to do if you get a fever?"

Hull gazed at her, his expression unreadable.

Susanna felt a bit panicked under his scrutiny, swallowing nervously. "Silas mentioned you shouldn't shower tonight and that doing so could lead to a fever."

While speaking, her nerves were

palpable, her bright, expressive eyes almost pleading. Despite the distance, Hull could see every flicker of her tong lashes, the anxiety in her petite frame, her small face filled with concern.

A strange amusement flickered in Hull's eyes, his lips curling up slightly. "And what else did he say?"

"He said if you got a fever, regular medicine probably won't work, and you'll need... physical cooling."noveldrama

Hull couldn't help but flinch at those words, memories of the other night flashing through his mind. And he found himself looking at her a bit longer than necessary.