Upon hearing John's cold command, Corey quickly laid out the alcohol, cotton gauze and hot water on the table. Then, he left the room together with Barkley and the others.
Before he left, he put a pill on the table. "Young Master, if possible, tell Ms. Yates to take this medicine pill."
Once everyone was gone, John looked at Kathleen thoughtfully for a while, his brow gathered into a gloomy frown. Then, he reached out to remove Kathleen's pajamas. Kathleen's attractive body soon appeared before his eyes.
Her skin was as white as early winter snow, and a slight blush spread across her skin under the dim light.
John's eyes darkened. He picked up the alcohol cotton ball and wiped it on her body, just like what Corey told him to do.
"Cold, it's cold…" A chill raced over Kathleen's body when the alcohol came into contact with her skin.
John remained silent as he slowly rubbed the alcohol on her skin.
Kathleen's face was small, her brows thick and black, her nose tall and her lips red as coral. She still looked alluring even though she was in such a fragile state.
John knew the girl was born beautiful.
That year, she hid behind a chair and stared foolishly at him with her black eyes, and that was the moment he decided to bring her home.
'Time flies. This girl is all grown up now. Oh, she's already 18 years old.'
The accident ten years ago caused him to lose his loved ones and a leg, and the girl was scared witless.
The poor thing was only eight years old when he brought her home.
Ten years had flown since then. She was no longer as silly as before, but she always made him angry.
Every time he punished her, he would become even more perturbed when he saw the stubborn look in her eyes.
'Rebellious kid! Serves you right!'
After applying the rubbing alcohol on her, his gaze darted to the pill on the table, then back to Kathleen, who had her eyes close. He tucked her in, crushed the medicine pill in his mouth and took a sip of water.
He waited for the medicine to dissolve in his mouth before leaning over to feed the water to Kathleen straight from his mouth.
Her lips were soft, her breath minty. He could smell the milky scent on the girl.
John was a severe germophobe. He disliked the fragrance on women's bodies and hated the smell of perfume.
However, he did not seem to hate the girl's milky scent. He thought she smelled of milk because he let her drink too much milk when she was young.
The girl, who was running a high fever, immediately opened her mouth to swallow the water when she felt the water at the corners of her mouth. Her face scrunched up from the bitter taste.
She fell into a deep slumber after John let her have a few more sips of water.
The hours of the night passed by, and the sky had already turned white.
Kathleen broke out in sweats every few hours while John had been sweating profusely throughout the night.
After helping her change into clean, soft clothes, he picked up the thermometer and measured her temperature.
He could not help letting out a sigh of relief when he saw the readings shown by the thermometer.
"Great! The fever went down!"
The morning sun flooded through the open curtains, filling the room with warm sunshine.
Kathleen opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was John.
He was lying quietly beside her on her bed, his gorgeous face white and smooth, his brows thick and heavy. The prominent nose, the tightly-pressed, thin lips, and the lean, delicate jaw were aristocratic.
However, his jaw was shadowed with dark stubble.
Kathleen just stared blankly at him for some time before the memories from the previous night came flooding back to her.
The pajamas, scolding, punishment and passing out. She had no memories of what had happened after that.
She lifted the blanket and noticed that she was wearing different pajamas, her expression somewhat complex.
'Did he… help me change into fresh pajamas?'
Kathleen gently got out of bed and left the room.
She went to school after freshening up.
As she reached the classroom door in her school, she heard a familiar voice. "Kathy, wait for me!"
Kathleen looked back and stopped her pace when she realized that it was her best friend, Nancy Walker.
Nancy trotted to catch up with her, short of breath. "I've been shouting at you! Why did you act like you didn't hear me?"
"I'm sorry, I really didn't hear you calling for me just now!"
"What's wrong with you? Why do you look so pale? Are you sick?"
"Yes, I caught a cold last night. That's why I don't feel very well," Kathleen muttered.
"You don't feel very well, and I'm in a bad mood too!"
Kathleen looked at her, puzzled. "Why? What's wrong?"
"As you know, I've been working part-time in the bar to earn some pocket money. My brother is coming to visit me today, but my employer won't let me take leave! I'm so annoyed!"
After entering the classroom, Kathleen took out her books and shot Nancy a look. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Nancy leaned over to Kathleen and said smilingly, "If you cover my shift today, then I can go meet my brother!"
Kathleen looked at her pleading eyes, then nodded her head. "Okay!"
Nancy leaped up in excitement. "Really? I know you're the best!"
Kathleen broke into a smile when she saw the bright smile on Nancy's face.
Kathleen went to the bar where Nancy worked after school. After explaining why she was here, she changed her clothes and walked out of the dressing room.
The bar was already crowded by the time she entered. People were sitting in twos and threes in the booths. Most of them had a drinking glass in their hands, toasting and drinking happily.
The air smelled of alcohol. Deafening DJ music echoed around the massive room, luring the lonely souls in the bar.
Meanwhile, three gorgeous men sat at the booth near the windows.