HIS CLUMSY NURSE

Book 42

                 

                              
                           
                      CLARA'S POV

I looked back, and Ryan was drowning for real. Panic shot through me as I hastily swam toward him, reaching out to pull him above the water. With all my strength, I dragged him to the shore and laid him on the bare sand. My hands trembled as I touched his face.

"Sir Ryan," I breathed.

What do I do? He isn't waking up.

"Why not try passing air through his mouth?" a voice suggested from behind me.

"What? I should kiss him?" I gasped. The person laughed.

I looked at Ryan, still unconscious. Well, I have no choice. I bent down, my heart already pounding in my chest.

Clara, just pass air. Even strangers do it—it's normal.

Gently, I parted his lips with mine and passed air once. But after that, I stupidly... kissed him.

Ryan's eyes opened and my eye widened in shock as I hastily pulled away.

He smirked sweetly.

"Were you really passing air?" he whispered.

I nodded, my face burning. His smirk deepened, more amused than I liked.

He tried to stand, and I quickly helped him up.

"I'm really sorry sir . I was careless, and... I almost killed you," I said

Ryan didn't reply. Instead, he suddenly pulled me into his arms. I froze.

"Thank you... for coming back," he whispered, as he moved into my arms in the sweetest hug.

A smile spread my lips as I Slowly wrapped my arms around him, holding him just as tightly.

"I would always come for you, sir... That's why I'm your friend," I said confidently.

He chuckled softly before relaxing against me like he was exhausted. My heart swelled at the warmth between us.

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We finally returned to our hotel, and I spotted new clothes laid out on the bed.

As always, Ryan showered first. He showers like a woman.

I sat on the bed, waiting, and after what felt like forever, Ryan finally walked out, dressed in a white trouser, white briefs, white polo hanged on his shoulders. I swallowed nothing as my eyes scanned his perfect torso.

He held his phone to his ear, still on a call. I rushed into the dressing room.

I quickly removed my clothes and rushed in

Today, I would finally use the shower.

I stepped inside and smiled at the sight of the high showerhead. The water would fall like rain—it looked amazing.

Feeling playful, I tossed my towel into the air and caught it. I laughed, then threw it again. This time, it got stuck on the shower rod.

I clapped for myself, amused—until I realized... what would I use to dry my body? What would the cleaners think if they saw this?

I hastily tied Ryan's towel on my chest.

"Sir Ryan!" I didn't even realize I had shouted his name until he burst into the room, looking alarmed.