chapter 15

Running my fingers through my hair, I let out a sigh.

I wanted to take the thick cloth off my face and relieve my skin but I couldn't.

What if he wakes up and sees me without my cloth? He would definitely be man, wouldn't he?

Letting out another sigh, I looked over to my husband, still sleeping on his bed.

It had been a couple of hours since I closed up his cut. And once his head had hit the pillow, he was knocked out and still hasn't woken up.

It's dark outside and they would soon be expecting him to join them for dinner.

But seeing as he was out cold, there as no way he would make it there.

Turning my eyes to him, I watched as a single sweat dripped down the side of his head.

I stood up with a cloth in my hand and sat next to him to dab it against his forehead.

After wiping the sweat off his forehead and eyebrows, I dropped the cloth on the small table next to his bed and just stared at him.

He was still pale and his lips were dry and ashy. He would probably be thirsty when he wakes