Chapter 2857 - 47: Third Night’s Drinking Practice (9)

Chapter 2857: Chapter 47: Third Night’s Drinking Practice (9)

Ben Lucas lifted his hand and flipped the blanket open a little, dragging the drowsy, half-asleep Harrison Lucas out from under it.

Seeing her flushed, rosy face, a shadow darkened in Ben Lucas’s eyes.

His large palm pressed to her forehead; sure enough, he felt nothing but searing heat.

Just now under the blanket, he had wanted to yank Harrison Lucas up, but the minute he touched her arm, the heat in his palm made him pause. ℴℴ𝘮

Harrison Lucas had a fever.

Thinking back to how she’d been sent back after Redington training with a load and then holed up in her room all day without coming out, Ben Lucas knew her fever was most likely caused by prolonged lack of exercise, the heat from sore, overworked muscles triggering it.

His original intention had been to get her to work out and strengthen her training; he hadn’t expected that just one session would knock her flat.

Granted, this illness was related to how slack her training had been lately and how weak her physical condition was.

But as Harrison Lucas’s direct superior, Ben Lucas still couldn’t fully wash his hands of responsibility.

The man’s deep eyes, which had been filled with displeasure, flashed with an obscure, unreadable look. He put Harrison Lucas back under the blanket and gave up on the idea of kicking her out of bed.

He went downstairs to the first aid kit to find some antipyretic, poured a glass of warm water, and came back to the room.

He personally propped the already fever-dazed Harrison Lucas up against his chest, pried her mouth open, and tried to feed her the medicine.

Who knew that even burned to the point of not knowing what day it was, Harrison Lucas still carried that ingrained fear of medicine in her bones.

Without even opening her eyes, Harrison Lucas sprayed the bitter pills out of her mouth.

Yes—sprayed, not spit.

They shot straight onto Ben Lucas’s face, even bounced once, then dropped to the floor.

Ben Lucas: "..."

The man’s expression turned frighteningly dark, blacker than soot.

He knew full well this was a problem Harrison Lucas had carried from childhood. When she was little, she’d practically lived on medicine, to the point that anything bitter scared her.

A perfectly good man, and she ended up looking delicate and frail because of it.

If it hadn’t been for that stubborn refusal to admit defeat that carried her all the way from the Military Academy to the military headquarters at his side, making people look at her with new respect, Ben Lucas would never have wanted a subordinate this weak, like a little chick.

Even with the deep displeasure on his face, Ben Lucas still unwrapped new pills, pried open Harrison Lucas’s mouth, and tossed them back in.

This time, the instant he threw the pills in, his big hand clamped over Harrison Lucas’s overly flushed little mouth.

Those soft, tender lips pressed tight against his palm, and a strange dark light flickered in Ben Lucas’s deep eyes.

Ben Lucas deliberately ignored the sensation under his palm—that soft, yielding mouth rubbing against his skin.

Yet even after all that fuss, with no water and her mouth covered, Harrison Lucas still refused to swallow the pills.

Instead, like someone being strangled and making a last-ditch struggle, she kept her eyes shut and thrashed wildly in his arms.

The thin pajamas rubbed hot from the friction; Ben Lucas’s rock-hard chest was being ground by Harrison Lucas’s soft body until it felt like it was about to catch fire.

The man, who had never been this physically close to anyone, felt a strange heat slowly rise in his stern, handsome face.

Ben Lucas began to wonder if Harrison Lucas had infected him.

Otherwise, why did he feel like he had a fever too?

Seeing that Harrison Lucas still hadn’t swallowed the pill and was only struggling harder and harder, Ben Lucas finally let go.

The moment his hand moved away, the tightly frowning, eyes-shut Harrison Lucas went "puh-puh-puh" and spat the saliva-coated pills out of her mouth.

This time, the pills carrying Harrison Lucas’s taste bounced off Ben Lucas’s arm again before dropping to the floor.

And his palm, now uncovered, was warm and damp—actually stained with Harrison Lucas’s spit!

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