Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1420

[Mavis: Mr. Nicholls, where are you? Tonight is supposed to be our wedding night…]

Mavis paused, feeling that her tone carried a hint of command or lecturing.

No, that would not do.

She deleted the message entirely.

[Mavis: Mr. Nicholls, are you asleep? Tonight is our wedding night. Are you coming back?]

She typed, emphasizing the significance of the occasion.

However, she could not help but wonder if it sounded too forced.

No, that would not work either.

She deleted the message once more.

[Mavis: Mr. Nicholls, are you coming back tonight?]

Mavis settled for a simple and direct inquiry.

It was not overly friendly, yet it was not too distant either.

Yes, that would do.

Having made up her mind, Mavis was about to hit send when she heard a commotion coming from the garden.

She walked to the bedside and glanced outside, only to find a group of servants gathered there, accompanied by several doctors in white coats.

They all seemed anxious, speaking all at once.

Feeling something amiss, Mavis wondered why such a fuss was happening.

Who could be injured?

Just as she was puzzled, Mavis quickly noticed it was actually Nathaniel.

Two servants supported him, making their way into the mansion from the garden.

Why was Nathaniel injured?

As the garden was only dimly lit, she could not tell the extent of his injuries.

Since he was being supported, did he hurt his leg?

Mavis quickly opened the bedroom door and hurried downstairs to greet him.

As she entered the living room, she saw Nathaniel being helped inside.

The bright lights of the living room revealed the severity of his injuries.

Both his right hand and left foot were encased in casts, indicating fractures.

His face was also badly bruised and swollen.

Ignoring her suggestion, Nathaniel reclined against the pillows, saying, "Feed me."

"Huh?"

Caught off guard, Mavis's heart raced.

How was she supposed to do that?

Seeing her embarrassment, Nathaniel teased, "What are you thinking? Mouth-to-mouth feeding?"

Blushing furiously, Mavis quickly looked away, feeling flustered.

Observing her shy demeanor, Nathaniel found it oddly adorable.

"Have you never taken care of a patient before?"

"No," Mavis admitted.

"Let me guide you," Nathaniel said, surprisingly patient despite his injury. "Put the pills in my mouth and then bring the glass of water to my lips. Go slow with the water…"

Following his instructions, Mavis placed the six pills into his mouth and held the glass of water to his lips.

As Nathaniel tilted his head back to drink, Mavis could not help but notice the alluring movement of his throat as he swallowed.

Gulping, she swallowed her own nerves, feeling inexplicably drawn to the defined outlines of his throat.