Chapter 30

Lally headed downstairs. Henry didn't go back to his room; instead, he crashed in a guest room downstairs.

The guest room had its own bathroom, so he cranked the shower to the coldest setting and stepped in.

Henry's fists were clenched tight, veins popping on the back of his hands. Even with his eyes shut, he couldn't stop thinking about Zoey's delicate body.

He could feel his body reacting, a strong urge to jump out of the shower and head back to Zoey's room.

But a sliver of rationality reminded him that Zoey had a fever, and he was all worked up because of the meds he took. If he lost control and went to Zoey, it would be a disaster.

After an hour of enduring, Henry felt the heat finally subside and left the bathroom.

He went to the kitchen, downed a big bowl of ice cubes, and then crashed on the sofa in his living room.

Zoey had a peaceful night.

Morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, warming Zoey's face. Her long lashes fluttered, and a few seconds later, she opened her eyes.

She sat up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and got out of bed.

Opening the bedroom door, Zoey immediately spotted Henry lying on the sofa.

It was already past nine. She had an excuse for sleeping in because of her cold, but Henry too?

She quietly walked over to Henry, admiring his handsome face, marveling at how perfect it was.

She sat on the edge of the sofa, her gaze drifting downwards.

'Does he have a mole on his collarbone?' Zoey thought, remembering that night years ago.

She didn't remember the man's face, but she did recall a mole on his collarbone.

Curiosity got the best of her, and Zoey reached out to unbutton Henry's pajamas to check for the mole.

As soon as she touched his button, Henry woke up.

Zoey met his gaze, feeling guilty.

She laughed nervously. "Oh, Mr. Windsor, you're awake. I was just about to wake you."

She tried to pull her hand back, but Henry grabbed it.

Before she could react, Zoey felt dizzy, and the next second, Henry had her pinned on the sofa.

"You're being such a tease, even when I'm in my dreams." Henry's voice was deep and hoarse. Zoey sensed something was off, and he suddenly kissed her.

"Mm!"

Henry's lips silenced Zoey, and his hand slipped into her clothes, quickly unbuttoning her bra, his hot hand covering her chest.

Startled, Zoey grabbed an ashtray from the coffee table and hit Henry on the back of his head.

Henry was about to tear off her clothes when his vision went dark, and he collapsed to the ground.

Meanwhile, Lally noticed it was almost ten, and neither Henry nor Zoey had come downstairs. She worried that Henry hadn't managed to control the effects of the medicine last night and had ended up with Zoey, causing them to sleep in.

So she went upstairs to check. As she reached the door, she heard noises from inside.

Her heart sank. 'Is the tonic Mrs. Windsor gave really that strong? Is Mr. Windsor still not done? Can Miss Spencer handle it?'

She couldn't help but knock on the door. "Mr. Windsor, are you okay?"

No response. Lally got even more worried.

Just as she was about to knock again, the door finally opened.

Zoey stood there. Her hair and clothes were a bit messy, but she looked much better than last night. She didn't seem to show any signs of having been through intense sexual activities.

Lally sighed in relief and cautiously asked, "Miss Spencer, is everything okay?"

"I'm fine, but Mr. Windsor has a fever. I think I might have passed it to him," Zoey said, sounding guilty.

Before opening the door, while lifting Henry onto the sofa, she had felt his forehead and realized it was hot. Only then did she understand why his voice was so hoarse.

Moreover, the reason he had pinned her down was probably because he was delirious from the fever.

After all, last night when he was clear-headed, he didn't do anything to her even when he saw her naked.

Lally was stunned and immediately entered the room, seeing Henry lying on the sofa with a slightly flushed face, clearly showing signs of a fever.

"Mr. Windsor." She called out to Henry, but he was out cold.

"Oh my God! Mr. Windsor's fever is so severe?"

Lally knew that Henry's fever wasn't Zoey's fault but probably because he took a cold shower last night to resist touching Zoey.

She also remembered seeing a lot of ice cubes missing from the freezer this morning, likely eaten by Henry.

If that was the case, even with a good physique, he wouldn't be able to handle it.

Zoey felt a bit guilty and touched her nose, not daring to tell Lally that she had knocked Henry out with an ashtray.

She only said, "Lally, you have Dr. Green's number, right? Get him over here to give Mr. Windsor a fever-reducing injection and cook some medicine for him."

"Yes, I'll call Dr. Green right now."

Lally called Joseph, and he arrived quickly.

He first diagnosed Henry, and Lally nervously asked, "Dr. Green, is Mr. Windsor's condition serious? Last night, I accidentally gave him the aphrodisiac tonic Mrs. Windsor sent, and Mr. Windsor took a cold shower for a long time. He also ate a lot of ice cubes, and this morning his fever was so severe that he was unconscious. Is there any danger to his life?"

Zoey listened with a surprised expression.

Aphrodisiac tonic?

No wonder Henry reacted to her this morning. Even after taking a cold shower and eating ice cubes all night, he couldn't suppress it. He even got all over her while having a fever. Luckily, she knocked him out; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Joseph looked puzzled after hearing this.

"Although he has a fever, it's far from life-threatening. How did he pass out so suddenly?"

Zoey saw Joseph re-diagnosing Henry and even lifting Henry's eyelids to check, worried that he might discover she had knocked Henry out with an ashtray.

"Dr. Green, I think the most important thing now is to give Mr. Windsor a fever-reducing injection. Otherwise, if we let his fever persist, it could cause severe damage to his brain."