Chapter 110 110

Chapter 110 110
Maddy's POV
I heard Jason call while banging at the door; his voice was filled with worry, and I immediately figured that I was probably hallucinating again.
Jason doesn't care about you, Maddy; why are you punishing yourself by thinking about him? Let it go, you fool! I scolded myself. Suddenly, I heard the loud sound of the door breaking down.
I gazed up to find Jason and my personal maid standing out front, staring at me. I locked gazes with Jason, and he seemed even more upset than before.
Suddenly, as though I could finally feel my own skin, I realised how cold I felt. I gazed down at my palm to find it completely white and my face feeling numb.
I began shivering uncontrollably as I tried to get off the floor, but my body seemed to have gotten stuck in the position I'm currently in. I looked up at Jason, pleading for support, but he looked away from me, and just when I was about to give up, I felt him move closer and go down on me.
He lifted me up in bridal style and took me out of there. "Trisha." He called my maid, and she answered. "Get her dry clothes and prepare hot tea and a blanket." And with that, Trisha turned away and closed the door behind her.
He finally put me down to the ground, but I couldn't even support my weight on my feet and ended up leaning on him for support. I shivered, my teeth chattering uncontrollably, as Jason tried to peel my wet, icy clothes off my body.
The cold felt like it had seeped right into my bones, making me feel like a frozen statue. My skin was as pale as snow, a side effect of being in the frigid water of the shower for too long.
"Jason," I managed to croak out, my voice barely above a whisper. I put my hand over his, stopping his movements. "What are you doing?"
He didn't meet my gaze; his eyes were focused on the door as he tried his best not to look at me. "Take off your clothes," he replied, his tone flat. 
"Would you like to stay in those wet clothes?" His words made sense, but my cheeks still flushed a rosy pink. "Maybe the maid can do it," I suggested quietly, my heart pounding in my chest.
For a moment, he looked like he was going to argue, but then he sighed and nodded. "Okay," he said, pulling his hand back.
But as he moved away, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. I couldn't feel my own body; my limbs were numb from the cold. I swayed, my vision blurring, and I would have fallen if Jason hadn't caught me.
I looked up at him, my heart skipping a beat as I looked into his eyes. They were beautiful—a captivating mix of colours that I'd never noticed before. I had never realised that Jason had such beautiful green orbs that faded to blue.
"Shh, just be quiet," he murmured, gently steadying me. He looked away, his cheeks pink, and began to help me out of my clothes again.
I wanted to protest, but I knew he was right; I needed to get out of these wet clothes. With shaking fingers, he managed to remove my outer layer. Now I was left in my bra and underwear.
I could see his hands tremble slightly as they hovered near the clasp of my bra. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. But before he could do anything, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"The warm clothes and blanket are here." The maid's voice floated through the door, breaking the tension. "And I've placed the hot tea on the table."
I exhaled, relief washing over me. "Trisha," Jason called out to the maid, still avoiding looking directly at me. "Please open the door slightly and hand in the blanket and fresh clothes." He ordered
The maid did as she was told, opening the door just a crack to pass the clothes through. Taking a deep breath, Jason gently unclasped my bra and managed to peel off my underwear without touching my skin. 
It was an awkward process, but we made it through without any embarrassing moments. Once he had removed all my wet clothes, he quickly wrapped the warm blanket around me, providing immediate relief from the cold.
He then carefully picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. By the time we arrived, I was starting to regain some feeling in my body. He set me down gently on the edge of my bed, and I watched as he went over to the window, pulling the curtains apart to let the sunlight in.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Um, Maddy," he started, "where do you keep your underwear?"
I felt my cheeks heat up at his question. I looked away, suddenly finding the pattern on the bedspread fascinating. "In the cupboard, in the closet," I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't notice my embarrassment.
He nodded, disappearing into the closet. When he returned, he had a set of matching tiger-print pants and a bra in his hand. The sight of the playful print made me giggle, despite the situation.
Jason looked at me, surprised. "What's so funny?" he asked, looking at the underwear and then back at me. I shook my head, still giggling. "Nothing," I said, trying to suppress my laughter.
"Shut up and sit quietly, Maddy," Jason said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're literally shivering, and yet you have the luxury to laugh at the situation."
I bit my lip, trying to stifle my laughter. He was right, of course. I probably looked like a ridiculous mess.
Jason moved closer, his hands shaking slightly as he slid the tiger-print pants up my legs. The contact of his warm hand against my cold skin sent a jolt through me. I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks, but I didn't say anything.
Suddenly, his hand accidentally brushed against my butt cheeks, causing me to gasp in surprise. Jason looked up at me, his eyes wide with shock. We both looked away, the silence between us filled with embarrassment. This is not the situation I planned to be in when I woke up this morning.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, holding up the bra and looking at it in confusion. "Um..." he started, clearly unsure of how to proceed without invading my privacy.
I knew what he was thinking, and I also had no idea what to do. Since there was no other means, I closed my eyes, loosening my grip on the blanket. "You can. You can just do it while I close my eyes," I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper.
He cleared his throat again, a sign of his nervousness. "How about we skip the bra until you're warmed up?" he suggested, his voice careful.
I let out a sigh of relief, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds good."
He helped me into the warm clothes: a soft, fluffy sweater and a pair of thick woollen leggings. As soon as I was properly dressed, I could feel the warmth seeping slowly back into my body. The shivering subsided, but it was still there, and my teeth were still chattering momentarily.
He picked up the hot tea, and I drank its contents, but still, the chattering didn't stop even after I had drank every drop. I wondered just how long I had been underwater for it to have this much effect on me.
Jason's POV 
I tossed the blanket aside and helped Maddy lie down on the bed. Her body was still shaking, a clear sign that she was still far too cold. The logical part of my mind knew that leaving her alone now would lead to her becoming really sick. 
But there was a little voice in the back of my head, chastising me for caring too much about her. Just as I was about to head towards the door, I heard the sound of her teeth chattering again. I froze, turning back to look at her. I knew what I had to do.
With a sigh, I climbed into the bed beside her, lying down next to her. She turned to look at me, her eyes wide with shock. "Jason, what are you doing?" She asked, her voice just a whisper.
"Helping you," I replied, my voice gruff. "Now just shut up and don't think too much." Without another word, I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her. Her body was still cold, but I could feel it slowly starting to warm up from my body heat.
We stayed like that for a while, the silence between us comfortable. But in reality, I could feel my manhood bulging and straining against my pants from the moment she let out that moan earlier.