CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 37: PHYSICAL COOLING

Simon Forrester seemed to chuckle, reaching out to press down on the back of Sienna Thornton’s neck with force...

Sienna Thornton’s face was immediately pressed against his chest.

The scorching breath, through the fine weave holes of the T-shirt, rushed to Sienna Thornton’s face and into her nostrils instantly.

She smelled the faint, sunshine-like scent on him.

What a clean smell!

Sienna Thornton temporarily forgot to struggle, only feeling her face burning fiercely, her mind in a daze.

"Are you a fool?" Simon Forrester lowered his eyes to look at the fluffy little head on his chest and chuckled softly, "Get a quilt, cover me..."

"..." Sienna Thornton snapped back to reality, sat upright, and blushed as she walked towards the master bedroom, dragging out the quilt from the bed.

In the end, when she had wrapped Simon Forrester entirely in the blanket, she was already exhausted, sweating profusely, and sat beside him, gasping for breath.

Simon Forrester had closed his eyes again; it was unclear if he had fallen asleep or passed out again.

Sienna Thornton reached out to feel his forehead; it was still burning hot. Thinking that this wouldn’t do, she went to the bathroom to get a basin of cool water and then searched for ice cubes in the minibar’s small freezer.

After preparing these, when she went to check on Simon Forrester again, his face and neck were covered in another layer of sweat.

Sienna Thornton lifted the blanket and found that his T-shirt was completely soaked with sweat.

She gently touched his firm arm.

It was so hot that she quickly pulled back her hand.

Life experience told her that at this time, wet clothes must be removed from a feverish person, then use an ice towel to sponge the body, finally patting dry before changing into clean clothes.

But her rationality told her that she was neither a doctor nor Simon Forrester’s lover, so how could she undress him!

Sienna Thornton hesitated.

She didn’t mind helping Simon Forrester undress and wipe down; after all, she wasn’t someone who would stand by watching others in danger. But Simon Forrester might not think the same; he had once arrogantly said he wouldn’t have skin contact with strangers, indicating that he was quite the stickler. What if he wakes up and accuses her of sexual harassment?

Sienna Thornton was torn; she hadn’t been this torn even when filling out college applications.

Seeing Simon Forrester’s face getting increasingly pale, the fever unrelenting, she gritted her teeth and asked softly, "Director Forrester, you have a high fever, and your clothes are all wet. Can I take off your clothes to help cool you down physically?"

He nodded.

Sienna Thornton silently turned on her phone’s recorder and added, "I must declare first, I’m doing this because you have a high fever, you must remove your clothes to cool down, so..."

"Don’t babble."

Interrupted halfway through the recording, but cautious as she always was, Sienna Thornton reiterated the situation and only after Simon Forrester verbally promised not to hold her legally responsible when he woke up did she put away her phone and went to the closet to find clean clothes.

When the light turned on, she was stunned at the sight of the dazzling luxury brand ties, expensive watches, and belts in the closet.

"Indeed, the first heir of a wealthy family! The things in this wardrobe are worth enough to buy a building."

Afraid that Simon Forrester outside might be fever-stricken, Sienna Thornton didn’t take a longer look at the gold-paved closet, pulled out a white T-shirt and a pair of black pajama pants, and quickly went out.

Returning to Simon Forrester’s side, she lifted the blanket, took off his pullover T-shirt, then wrung a wet towel to start sponging him down to cool him.