Book TRK
Chapter 26
Upon hearing this, Nash looked over and noticed that she was scratching her hand, which had developed a rash. He immediately grabbed her arm to prevent her from scratching recklessly. "Stop scratching," he said in a deep voice.
Nina was in great discomfort. "It's itchy, "she replied.
Nash furrowed his brows and said
gravely, "You're allergic to alcohol and yet you drank so much."
Nina was a bit disoriented as she opened her eyes and seemed to see Nash's figure. "Where am I?" she asked.
"At home," he replied.
Nash took off her shoes, then removed her clothes that were in the way and tucked her into bed.
Nina became somewhat clear-headed, recalling that she had attended a class reunion, where she had a bit to drink and encountered some minor issues. It was at this critical moment that Nash appeared. "Dic you bring me back?" Nina asked.
Nash went to the bathroom and brought back a basin of hot water, dampening a towel to gently wipe her arms. Her small arms were red and covered in a rash, with traces of scratching. "Who else but me? No more drinking next time," he said sternly.
He didn't like her drinking. It was dangerous for someone allergic to alcohol to drink.
Nina looked at Nash, who was personally wiping her face and body with gentle movements, as if he had become gentler as a whole. She was somewhat touched and asked, "Why are you suddenly taking care of me?"
Nash glanced at her. "Otherwise, how would you sleep tonight? I don't want to sleep with a drunkard," he replied.
Afterward, he finished cleaning up as well. However, Nina still felt itchy all
over, feeling uncomfortable. She lay there, with a headache and feeling a bit weak. She never wanted to get drunk again; it was too uncomfortable.
Nash approached with a glass of water and two pills in hand, offering them to Nina's lips. "Nina, take these pills."
Nina opened her eyes. "What are these pills?"Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
"They're for allergies. Taking them will help a bit," Nash said softly. "Be good and take them."
He was coaxing her like a child.
This patience and gentleness were something Nina had never seen before, as if he had become different. But she didn't know why he had suddenly become so patient. Perhaps he really didn't want to argue with a drunkard too much.
Still, she followed his instructions and swallowed the pills, then lay back in bed, feeling drowsy and wanting to sleep.
Nash gazed at her flushed face, still
affected by alcohol, appearing fuzzy yet adorable. Compared to her usual aloof demeanor, she seemed a bit more charming.
He sat quietly by the bedside, gently separating the strands of hair covering her face with his fingers.
Nina fell asleep quickly, but feeling something on her face, she turned over and hugged Nash's arm with both hands as a pillow.
Nash didn't move, observing her endearing expression.
In her sleep, her hand still itched a bit, and Nina subconsciously tried to scratch it, but Nash stopped her.
In the lamplight, Nash noticed the dense rash on her hands, which must have been very uncomfortable. He gently stroked the affected areas with his fingertips, providing her with some relief. After a while, Nina's breathing became steady, and she drifted into dreams.
Nash stopped his movements and placed her hands under the covers. As he tidied
the bedding, he suddenly heard Nina mumbling in a daze, "Your hands are so warm, I really like them."
Nash looked up and saw Nina with her eyes closed, murmuring in her sleep. His lips curved slightly, but then he heard her softly call out, "Zac."
Zac? Who was Zac?
Nash's handsome face turned cold instantly, his eyes glaring icily at Nina's face.
Tears of bitterness welled up in Nina's eyes as she reluctantly cried out, "Zac, I like you so much."