It Must Be A Trap
"Come with me, Master Feroma. Hurry!"
Kerrie anxiously dragged Derila along.
"What? Hey! Wait…"
Derila was immediately brought to the room next door.
At this very moment, Daemon was seated on the sofa with his back facing her, loosening the buttons on his shirt one by one.
Harrison placed a bag of ice against his boss' forehead, and he called out to Derila upon seeing her. "Dr. Feroma! Come over. Mr. Lierger's having another fever."
Derila walked over, knelt in front of Daemon, and began to examine his wound.
Daemon stopped unbuttoning his shirt and stared at her with creased brows.
The woman was dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet. Water droplets could be seen trailing down her neck.
The sight of it all seemed rather suggestive.
Daemon quickly averted his gaze. "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" he demanded.
Derila froze momentarily and wasn't sure how to respond. "Who says I'm not wearing any clothes? Am I not in a bathrobe?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lierger. I was so frantic that I dragged Master Feroma over like this, " Kerrie explained.
"Go back to your room and put some clothes – argh!"
Before Daemon could finish, Derila ripped off the bandages covering his wound. The sudden pain caused him to yelp and stiffen.
"You!"
The man gritted his teeth. I'm going to kill her!
"I'm trying to treat you, not throw myself at you. Don't get the wrong idea, " Derila remarked bluntly without even looking up.
She kept her gaze on the man's injury and redressed it.
Fury burned in Daemon's eyes as his face reddened with anger.
Harrison sighed internally as he watched the ordeal. Mr. Lierger's always been level-headed, but he seems to be losing his temper a lot recently. I'll have to admit this woman really has some guts.
She manages to p_ss Mr. Lierger off every day, but he hasn't done anything to get rid of her yet.
The wound was quickly redressed, and Derila stood up to touch Daemon's forehead. "You do have a fever. Wipe your body with a hot towel, then go to sleep. I'll get your medication."
With that, she returned to her room.
Two maids quickly followed her.
Kerrie was about to give Daemon's body a wipe when the latter took the hot towel from her. "I'll do it myself. Get out."
"Yes, Sir." Kerrie meekly did as told.
Derila was puzzled to see her leave the room. "Why aren't you tending to him?"
"He didn't let me, " Kerrie answered in a hushed tone.
"Why not?"
The woman glanced at the room and lowered her voice even more. "Mr. Lierger doesn't like girls touching him."
"Huh?" Derila's eyes widened in surprise. "But it's always the maids tending to him back on the mountains."
"Yeah, but all six of them are women over fifty who've raised him since he was a child. The other maids aren't allowed to enter his room, " Kerrie explained.
"Ugh…"
Derila was taken aback. I never expected him to have such rules. It's no wonder he's always so wary of me.
What if he's actually…
Her lips twitching, Derila hastily returned to her room to prepare Daemon's medication.
Meanwhile, in Daemon's own room, Harrison handed his boss another towel and commented, "Mr. Lierger, I think there really is something weird about Dr. Feroma."
"You think so too?" Daemon looked up at him.
"It's like she's always deliberately getting on your nerves. Do you think she's scheming something – like what we always see on TV?" Harrison surmised. "You know, like how the girl keeps provoking the guy just to stir him up and make him remember her. Then, the guy eventually falls for her. This seems to be a legitimate effect, psychologically speaking."
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