Chapter 33

The local person in charge took them to a high-end bed and breakfast; judging from the architecture, it was undoubtedly a luxurious accommodation. Only after asking did they find out it was specifically used to host VIPs, seated opposite each other. The person in charge still spoke in a trembling voice, cowed by the sheer dominating air Ethan gave off. He didn’t even dare raise his voice, finally mustering the courage to say, “Mr. Henderson, I’ll take you around tomorrow morning.” Once Ethan nodded, the person in charge wiped the sweat from his forehead and hastily departed.

Tim’s room was a considerable distance away. Upon discovering Grace would be staying opposite him, he was somewhat unhappy, yet he didn’t dare speak up in protest. Only Grace and Ethan were left in the corridor; Grace opened his room door for him. Mr. Henderson, please rest well.

Ethan, it must be said, was truly handsome and a sight for sore eyes, no matter when. Nodding, he closed his room door. Grace went to her room to take a shower and wash her hair, only to realize the hairdryer was broken. By then, it was already 11 at night. Since the VIP rooms were about ten minutes from the front desk, she couldn’t be bothered to seek help there. Instead, she went to knock on Ethan’s room door.

As the door opened to reveal Ethan, it was clear he had just finished his own shower, as his hair was wet too. He appeared a lot more approachable with his hair hanging limply around his face. Although it wasn’t Grace’s first time seeing him like this, her heart still skipped a beat at the sight. He was dressed in… and his expression was cold. His lips were also somewhat pale.

“Mr. Henderson, the hairdryer in my room is broken. Could I borrow yours? Do you need to use it?” Ethan shook his head, letting out two coughs as he did so. Grace grabbed the hairdryer and was about to return to her room when she heard him coughing once more. Thus, she asked, “Do you have a cold? I have some medicine with me.”

At first, she thought he would refuse, but to her surprise, he wheeled himself behind her and followed her to her room. She pointed at her bag and said, “The medicine’s in there. I’ll get you some water.” She searched the room for a bottle of water, which she then opened and handed to him. After that, she headed to the bathroom to dry her hair. Ethan popped the white pills into his mouth and swallowed. Following that, he turned to gaze at the scenery outside the window. This bed and breakfast was thoughtfully designed, with every window looking out on a different view.

Once Grace had finished drying her hair, she stepped out of the bathroom. Upon realizing he was still there, she swiftly gathered up the hairdryer. “Mr. Henderson, do you want to dry your hair too?!” However, Ethan remained silent. His body was tense, as though he was trying hard to restrain himself. Hurrying over to his side, Grace saw his face was flushed, and sweat beaded across his forehead. Some were rolling down the sides of his angular cheeks.

She glanced at the blister pack on the bed and felt her heart skip a beat. It was none other than the mystery drug Selene had given her the other day. She had tossed it into her handbag, so it had gotten mixed up with the cold medicine. A shudder went through Grace. She reached out to feel Ethan’s forehead, noting how it was burning hot. Not only was he now running a fever, but he had also taken that kind of drug—if Tim found out, there was no way she could prove her innocence!

“Mr. Henderson, I’ll go get you a doctor right now!” She had barely finished speaking when there were some noises outside the window. It sounded like footsteps and people talking.

“That should be staying in this room.” “Let’s do it. I heard he’s supposed to be alone tonight.”