Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1252

Wilbur carefully tugged at Claire's sleeve, his face a portrait of feverish vulnerability as his dark eyes locked onto hers. He looked exactly like the stray puppy she had rescued as a child. Absolutely pitiful.

"Don't kick me out, okay?"

Claire spoke a bit too fast, accidentally saying "I didn't say I was kicking you out" instead of "I didn't say you had to leave right now."

Wilbur caught it instantly. "Good. I feel terrible. Can I just sleep for a bit?"

He really was sick and looked quite pathetic. Plus, he had fallen ill because he saved her; she couldn't just coldly ignore him. Given how much he had helped her in the past, she wasn't completely heartless. Besides, a sick man couldn't exactly try anything inappropriate.

Claire's tone softened. "Then get some good sleep. You should feel better when you wake up."

"Okay." Finally reassured, Wilbur stopped pestering her and obediently lay down on the sofa to sleep.

When Claire came out of the shower, Wilbur was curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. Only a single floor lamp illuminated the room, its warm, amber glow softening his usually sharp and predatory features. He lay on his side, his hair damp with sweat and clinging to his cheekbones. His flushed face looked remarkably delicate in the dim light.

He had subconsciously kicked the blanket aside. His breathing was slow and shallow, slightly muffled by congestion.

After a moment of hesitation, she walked over and tucked the blanket back around him. Up close, his features were even more striking. Asleep and vulnerable, Wilbur lacked his usual edge. His long eyelashes rested peacefully, and his soft, warm breaths brushed against her wrist, sending a flutter through her fingertips.

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