Empress of Another World

Sixty Eight

I continued to stare at Lucretius. He was deep in his sleep.

He couldn’t hear me, so I said to him quietly, “That’s what you get for being stupid!”

There was no answer as I expected. I felt relieved and confident.

I continued spitefully, “You were talking some nonsense about owning my breath, and here you are! You got this cold from me!”

He still didn’t say anything. He was fast asleep.

I loved this! This was so fun!

I continued, “You are so weak! You look sicker than I was! Such a wimp! Hahaha!”

“…”

“…”

Silence fell. I felt a little silly talking to myself.

Suddenly, I felt embarrassed. My face became red. I decided I’ve said enough.

It was time to take care of him. That’s what I promised to do to Samantha.

I stood up quickly.

What should I do…

Oh! Medicine!

“Yes. I need to give him his medicine.”

As I murmured, I remembered he just took his medicine and fell asleep.

“… Then dinner…”

It was past dinner time though. He probably already had a meal before he took the medication.

“Uhm… What should I do?”

I sounded idiotic even to myself. Then suddenly, I noticed Lucretius was sweating. His forehead was wet.

Yes! This was it!

When I was sick, I felt awful sweating. My body felt wet and sticky.

I felt silly, but I needed to call Samantha back.

“Please get me a towel and water. Uhm… Also another shirt for him.”

“Yes, your highness.”

Thankfully, Samantha didn’t ask me why and what they were for. She quietly brought me the items and left.

I felt nervous. I didn’t know why.

I had to do this.

I can do this!

I wet the towel in warm water and wiped his sweaty forehead. I tried my best to cool him down. Perhaps it was my imagination, but he looked much better afterward.

Good! I continued down to clean his neck.

Even his neck was long and sexy.

“…”

I started to get tense.

As I got lower, I noticed his chest.

His hard wide chest.

He must have sweated a lot because his shirt was soaking wet. It was practically see-through by now.

Yes, he needed to change. Good thing Samantha brought me a new dry shirt.

However, to change him…

I needed to take his wet shirt off first.

I stared at his chest hard.

T, this was necessary. He was a patient, and I was only trying to take care of him.

I reminded myself and grabbed his shirt with trembling hands.