Chapter 17: Husband’s Order
Nicholas entered the room once again, this time carrying a fresh set of linens over his arm. Ella, still propped against the headboard with a faint flush on her cheeks, glanced up at him. Her fever had come down, but the lingering heat in her body made her feel sticky and uncomfortable.
"You’re back," she muttered, her voice slightly raspier than usual.
He raised a brow. "Disappointed?"
"No," she said quickly, though the corners of her lips tugged up. "I just thought you’d have better things to do than fuss over me."
Nicholas smirked, setting the linens on the armchair by the window. "I’m your husband. Fussing over you is part of the deal."
Ella groaned, sinking lower into the bed. "Entertaining? I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck."
"Well, you look better than you did this morning," Nicholas said, his tone teasing. "Still pale, but at least you’re not trying to bite my head off."
She rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. "I appreciate your help, but..." she hesitated, brushing a damp strand of hair away from her face. "I really need a bath. I feel disgusting."
His expression softened, but a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. "Is that your way of asking me to draw you one?"
"No," Ella said quickly, though her blush betrayed her. "I can manage on my own. I just need—"
"You’re sick," Nicholas interrupted, stepping closer. "Let me help. It’s not optional. Husband duties, remember?"