Since they had been soaking in the tub before this, the woman’s soft hands quickly ended up drenching part of Zivon’s shirt. Upon realizing that, Zivon couldn’t help but narrow his eyes. How was she still this unruly when she was this ill?
Before Zivon could even say a thing, Xavia slowly tightened her grasp, looking extremely uncomfortable as she tugged at his clothes while groaning, “…I… I despise you… Zivon…!”
“Look, I really didn’t do anything with Keith. I was being set up as well! Regardless, that man almost managed to humiliate me back then. Why didn’t you step in to help? Why do you absolutely refuse to believe me?”
“Save it… You and your dog are the absolute worst… Both of you keep bullying me… I’m slaughtering that beast and making stew out of him…!” growled Xavia who was still having slight trouble saying things clearly.
Upon hearing that, Zivon’s face instantly darkened. It was almost as though something had just pierced through his heart… In his pain, he couldn’t help but mutter, “…Fine then… we’ll make stew out of Blackie once you’re better…”
‘What? Make stew out of me? Is master joking?!’ Blackie thought when it heard Zivon’s words from outside the room.
Instantly rushing into the bathroom, Blackie barked once before looking innocently at the trio, a confused expression on its face as it thought, ‘What did I do wrong, Master? Why are you planning to turn me into stew…?’
Looking at Blackie and recalling that Xavia was afraid of dogs, Zivon then said, “Out. You aren’t allowed to come upstairs.”
Hearing that, Blackie couldn’t help but lower its head with a whimper. Was its master abandoning it…? Whatever the case was, Blackie then tucked its tail before leaving sullenly.
Moving back to Xavia, Zayne and Zivon had no idea whether it was because of the warm bath or because she cried, but regardless, Xavia’s temperature had now stabilized. Heaving a sigh of relief to know that, Zayne then said, “…She’s looking much better now… I’ll just attach an IV drip and give her some medicine after this. Hopefully her condition will slowly improve…”
Still, now that that issue had been dealt with, another was just around the corner… They still needed to get her changed! After a slight pause, Zayne hesitantly asked, “…Would… you mind if I helped her change, Zivon…?”
While it was completely acceptable—and understandable—for a doctor like him to do such a thing for his patient, this was Xavia Zayne was dealing with…!
Watching as Zivon nodded in response, Zayne then left the room, the atmosphere instantly falling silent…
Xavia—who was lying on the bed—was now breathing steadily, and her cheeks no longer flushed red, a clear sign that she was feeling much better now. With that in mind, Zivon then walked over to the sofa and set an alarm before closing his eyes to take a short nap.
He, for one, hadn’t slept all night due to Xavia and Keith’s matter. What more, he had been hard at work throughout today, so it was only understandable for him to feel sleepy.
By that point, the room was so silent that even the drips of the infusion could be clearly heard… Xavia could even hear herself breathing in harmony with someone else…
…Wait. Upon realizing that she wasn’t alone, Xavia instantly opened her eyes. The second she realized that Zivon was seated on the sofa next to her bed, Xavia instantly went pale.
What was wrong with her? Why the hell was she in the same space as he was?! As she tried to get up, Xavia couldn’t help but let out a muffled yelp as she felt an acute pain at the back of her hand…!
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