Chapter - 60

Isabella's pov;

After ten minutes, I took him to our hotel room. I walked to the bed, closing the door behind me. I carefully placed him on the bed and sat beside him. What do I do now? I didn't ask him what I should do after making him this way.

"Can you speak, Mr Martinez?"

While lying on the bed, he mumbled something. Did I put too much in his drink?

When Mr Martinez mumbled something else, I approached him and asked, "What did you say?"

"I'm getting hot... I'm getting hot..." In his place, he squirmed like a worm.

"Wait."

"How are you feeling now, Mr Martinez?" I asked as I turned on the air conditioner.

"It's... it's hot... hot…"

I raised the temperature to 16 degrees, but he still squirmed on the bed, as if he was in pain.

"Mr Martinez, I'm at a loss for what to do. I'm sorry... Mr Martinez, please accept my apologies. I had no idea you'd be in such pain. Mr Martinez, please accept my apologies."

"Take me to the shower," he said as he drew me closer to him.

"Huh! Okay, fine. I've