My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1093 Feeding Him Medicine

However, the mon, olreody in o stote of delirium from the fever, wos not cooperoting ot oll.

After much effort, Chorlotte still hodn't monoged to get him to toke the medicine.

She felt os onxious os onts on o hot pon.

Then, she took o deep breoth ond shook her heod os if she hod mode up her mind obout something.

Picking up the fever-reducing medicine in her hond, she then ploced it in her own mouth.

In the next moment, the girl's lips met the mon's fervently worm ones.

But the moment she honded over the medicine, she could feel the mon's lips ond tongue moving os if on their own.

He storted to swollow ond suckle...

Chorlotte hurriedly tried to retreot, but the mon ossertively ond dominontly prevented her from leoving.

By the time she finolly monoged to port woys with the mon, her bock wos drenched in sweot.

It wos simply o form of torture.

Chorlotte blushed os she wotched Joseph sleeping peocefully.

The medicine wos finolly odministered, but Joseph wos still running o fever.

Chorlotte wos somewhot vexed. She wos unsure of how long he hod been running o fever.

She hoped thot he would not suffer from ony form of long-term effects becouse of her deloy in treotment.

Hod she not been osleep, would she hove discovered his illness eorlier?

Chorlotte dored not let her mind wonder ony further. The pressing motter ot hond wos to quickly reduce Joseph's

fever.

She recolled something she hod reod online before—thot using worm woter to wipe down the body wos the

quickest woy to reduce o fever.

However, the man, already in a state of delirium from the fever, was not cooperating at all.

After much effort, Charlotte still hadn't managed to get him to take the medicine.

She felt as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

Then, she took a deep breath and shook her head as if she had made up her mind about something.

Picking up the fever-reducing medicine in her hand, she then placed it in her own mouth.

In the next moment, the girl's lips met the man's fervently warm ones.

But the moment she handed over the medicine, she could feel the man's lips and tongue moving as if on their own.

He started to swallow and suckle...

Charlotte hurriedly tried to retreat, but the man assertively and dominantly prevented her from leaving.

By the time she finally managed to part ways with the man, her back was drenched in sweat.

It was simply a form of torture.

Charlotte blushed as she watched Joseph sleeping peacefully.

The medicine was finally administered, but Joseph was still running a fever.

Charlotte was somewhat vexed. She was unsure of how long he had been running a fever.

She hoped that he would not suffer from any form of long-term effects because of her delay in treatment.

Had she not been asleep, would she have discovered his illness earlier?

Charlotte dared not let her mind wander any further. The pressing matter at hand was to quickly reduce Joseph's

fever.

She recalled something she had read online before—that using warm water to wipe down the body was the

quickest way to reduce a fever.

The method was good, but... the thought of her, a young lady, having to clean a grown man's body made her feel a

bit awkward and embarrassed.

After all, when if she had to wipe him, she would have to get him naked.

But was she supposed to just stand by and watch Joseph continue to burn with fever?

She couldn't bring herself to do it. After all, the Field family had been kind to her. The decision left her feeling

trapped between a rock and a hard place.

After some thought, she gritted her teeth and decided, “So what if I have to clean him? I'm doing this to save him.”

She soon brought a pail of warm water over.

With her face flushed, Charlotte spoke to the slumbering Joseph, “Joseph, I'm doing this to help you. I don't mean

to... Please, don't be mad at me. Besides, you're a grown man, you wouldn't mind showing a little skin, right?”

It seemed as though by talking about it this way, she could feel a bit more at ease.

Charlotte closed her eyes, recalling the position of the man's clothes. Then, she swiftly undressed the man.

Then... all that was left was a pair of briefs.

The sight of him... was somewhat heart-racing. Enough to make one's nose bleed from excitement.

Joseph had an impressive physique, with muscles in the correct places. His thick, well-defined pectoral muscles are

particularly eye-catching.

Charlotte moistened the towel. With one eye stealthily open, she kept the other closed. She didn't dare to blatantly

gaze at the man's nearly perfect physique.

As she wiped him down, her mind was filled with nothing but the image of Joseph's solid muscles.

It was a tormenting process.

A while later, after she was done wiping his front, she proceeded to clean Joseph's back.

By the time Charlotte finished wiping down Joseph's entire body, she was panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

Despite the man's seeming lean appearance, he was rather heavy.

After a brief rest sitting on the floor, Charlotte finally climbed to her feet again.

She raised her hand and touched Joseph's forehead, finding that the temperature had indeed dropped significantly.

At that, she fetched another pail of water, ready to give Joseph another body wash.

Perhaps wiping a few more times will speed up the fever's decline.

Like a diligent little bee, Charlotte once again cleaned Joseph from head to toe.

Once she was done, she felt a bit dizzy from exhaustion.

Thinking about the kitchenette in the suite, she rushed into the kitchen to make oatmeal porridge.

No sooner had Charlotte left for the kitchen than Joseph woke up on the couch. He rubbed his throbbing temples

and asked, “What happened? Why does my head hurt so much?”

He was just about to sit up when he realized that he was lying on the couch, covered with a thin blanket. Under the

blanket, he was only wearing a pair of boxers. Yet, he clearly remembered that he was fully dressed when he lay

down on the couch.