After taking painkillers, he was feeling less pain for a while, but Griffon couldn’t move his back. As it was inappropriate for him to wipe Griffon’ body, Andre let Taya do it. Familiar with each other’s bodies, Taya and Griffon didn’t feel uncomfortable even if they face one another naked. After she helped him sit down in the bathtub, she took a clean towel, soaked it in hot water, and gently cleaned him up. With wide shoulders and narrow hips, Griffon had a strong waist, tight abdominal muscles. The whole body was like a carved artwork, perfect and flawless. The only fly in the ointment was that there were many scars on his body. On the arm was the scar left by Gloria Leiner when she whipped him. Below the collarbone, close to the heart, was the gunshot wound from saving Silas. scars, which he had probably gotten during the organization’s operations. When Taya’s fingers caressed those scars, her heart ached again for him. “Griffon, you must not get hurt again, okay?” Each time she touched him, the man’s body trembled, not from pain, but from a tingling sensation. As if he had been struck by an electric current, his body heated up. Having a hard-on, he could no longer hear her as he pulled her into his arms. Feeling bad for him, Taya suddenly found herself falling into his chest, and her towel-holding hand landed somewhere for support. Feeling the warmth of his penis even through the towel, she quickly tried to withdraw her hand, but the man held it there. He then wrapped her hand around it. Immediately afterward, a magnetic and lustful voice came from above her head, “I want to have S** with you.” Taya was stunned. Griffon pleaded, “Just once, okay? But you have to take charge.” Taya was at a loss for words. However, being feverish, his tall and sturdy body then slumped against her shoulder. As the man was almost 6. 3 feet tall, even though he was not heavy, Taya was overwhelmed. After struggling to wrap Griffon in a bath towel, she called Andre, who was ordering the servants to change the sheet and quilt. Working together, the two then helped Griffon back to the bed, put him on the drip again, and fed him antipyretic according to the Stella’s instructions. Although Griffon was groggy with a fever, he refused to let go of Taya’s hand, fearing she would leave quietly. Taya originally wanted to fetch a wet towel to help Griffon cool down, but as he was holding her, she had to ask Andre to do it. After Griffon’ temperature gradually stabilized, Andre put down the towel and said to Taya, “I’ll go out first. If you need anything, just call me.” Taya nodded, then leaned against the headboard, and gazed at Griffon’ exquisite and sharp-featured face. From time to time, she reached out her hand to touch his forehead, checking if he was getting feverish again. Taya didn’t sleep all night to watch over Griffon. It wasn’t until the morning sunlight poured in through the window that she felt a little tired. Slowly waking up, Griffon opened his bleary eyes and looked at the woman who was leaning against the headboard as she started to doze off. Enveloped by the warm rays, she looked ethereal. Just by looking at her, he felt a reduction in the sharp pain he experienced after the painkillers wore off. A faint smile appeared on his pale face as his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were curved into crescent shapes. Overly worried about him, Taya, in a very light sleep, soon opened her eyes and spontaneously felt his forehead. She happened to meet his enchanting eyes, and as if she was drawn to them by some invisible force, she couldn’t look away. He was so handsome that even the starry night sky would lose its attraction in his presence. To her, only he was uniquely good-looking. After staring at him for a while, she still put her hand on his forehead. His temperature was normal, and there was no fever anymore. She let out a sigh of relief, then asked him gently, “Are you hungry?” Griffon shook his head, then pulled her hand despite his pain to get her to lie down beside him. “Get yourself some sleep first, and stop worrying about anything else, okay?” She was not his servant, and he didn’t need her to do these things. It was enough for him if she could stay by his side. Taya smiled warmly, and before she nodded and closed her eyes, she still took a worried look at the wounds on his back. Griffon’ fair hand covered her eyes and pressed her head down. “Go to sleep.” The deep and husky voice slowly soothed her worried and fearful mind. Holding his arm, Taya nestled beside him like a kitten and soon fell asleep. For the past few days, she was tired, restless, and anxious, and now that he had returned, she was finally able to rest. After she woke up, the doctors came and medicated him. Because of the infection, the wounds need to be sterilized before the medicine could be applied. Seeing Griffon lying on the bed trembling slightly when a Stella was disinfecting his wounds, Taya was so distressed that she shed tears again. Fixing his gaze on her all the time, Griffon saw her crying for him again and furrowed his thick eyebrows. “Andre, bring Mrs. Knight back to pick Grace up.” Not wanting her to see such a bloody scene, he tried to get her to leave, but she refused.