HIS CLUMSY NURSE

Book 48

MR. HITLER'S POV

"Liam doesn't eat out, so we have to poison the wine, not the food," I said coldly, watching as my assistant carefully laced the drink. "Brave of him to think I actually want peace... that I truly plan to hand over that massive land to him. Brave... and stupid."

Just then, Liam arrived with a stunning young woman in a black dress.

"My friend—welcome," I greeted warmly.

We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. She offered a polite greeting before they took their seats.

"What a feast. Now I feel guilty being on a strict diet," Liam said, looking around.

"It's all good, my friend. Your woman can eat," I replied with a smile.

He glanced at her.

"My apologies, sir. I feel unexpectedly full today," she said politely.

I smiled knowingly. "I understand, I understand. That's why I brought your favorite brand." I gestured to the bottle as I pushed it toward him.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Hitler. You've made my stay in Africa worthwhile," he said.

I just laughed. Fool. I'll claim ownership of the land after you die.

My maid poured wine for both him and the lady. She lifted her glass but didn't drink. Instead, she smiled.

"Tell me what it is, beautiful woman," I asked, amused.

"I love the flavor... now I know why you love this, baby," she said to Liam. I smiled again.

She raised the glass to her lips—but just then, she spilled the wine on her dress.

Oh, poor thing. Liam instantly dropped his own glass in concern. God... if only he had taken a sip.

"I'm so sorry," I said, trying to sound concerned as she dropped the cup and began dabbing her gown with a napkin.

"I apologize for this," she said softly.

"It's all my fault. Please help her to the ladies'," I instructed my assistant.

"Don't worry. I'll take her," Liam said.

"Sure, sure," I replied as he led her out.

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LIAM'S POV

Clara pulled me into the bathroom and closed the door.

"What—"

"Sir, it's poisoned," she whispered urgently.

"What?!"

"He poisoned the drink. He's a wicked man. He doesn't want peace," she said, visibly shaken.

I stood frozen.

She kept cleaning her gown while ranting about his wickedness, and I... I just melted.

Did Clara just save my life?

After a moment, she looked up at me. "Sir, pretend like you don't know. If you confront him, he'll just keep dragging the land issue. You have to beat him with kindness."

I nodded with a small smile. "Thank you," I said.

She beamed. "Come on," she said, pulling me back out with her.

She gave Hitler the most dramatic excuse and we left. We later ate at a restaurant, laughing the whole thing off.

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RYAN'S POV

I'm in the pool, but I still feel hot. Agitated. Messed up. I can't breathe—it's worse than any trauma episode I've ever had.

Just one day without Clara feels like a year. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I feel empty.

What is happening to me?

Stop it, Ryan. She said she has a crush on Liam. She wants to be with him. She's not worth this torture.

You have a girlfriend, Ryan.

But I keep imagining Clara in Liam's arms and it hurts.

Why am I hurting so much? It's her personal life. It's not supposed to be my business.

I got out of the pool and walked into her room after drying off and changing.

I looked around. Quietly. I could still picture her jumping on her bed, laughing.

Clara, I never imagined you to be so... immoral. Crushing on a man you just met? Wanting to sleep with him? For what? Money?

She made her choice. Why am I the one suffering?

I sat on her bed and pulled out the list of places she wanted to visit—things she wanted to do—from my pocket.

I sighed as I scanned the items we had already canceled.

Then I flipped to the back for the first time.

And I froze.

"Lose my virginity. No entering the new year a virgin."

My heart dropped.

Lose which virginity?
Who is the virgin?

Oh my God.

What did I do?

I grabbed my keys and rushed out—only to run into Ella in the compound.

"Surprise!" she beamed.

CLARA'S POV

I miss Ryan.

Today, I missed him the most. Everyone I saw reminded me of him. I called, but he didn't answer.

Now I'm stuck here wondering—does he hate me now? How does he see me?

Liam and I were already back. I had showered and now sat on my bed in a white nightgown.

I always wanted to have sex. After Diana did it, all the nurses talked about it. I wanted to experience it too. I daydreamed about it with my boyfriend. I got tired of being a virgin.

But never—never in my wildest dreams—did I think it would be with a stranger.

I'm scared. Nervous. But I can't let Ryan be the one to suffer instead.

Liam knocked and entered. I sat up.

He sat beside me and set down a glass of wine.

He gently caressed my cheek, leaning in to kiss me. I didn't even realize when I flinched.

He noticed, sighed softly, then kissed my forehead instead.

"I like you a lot, Clara," he whispered.

I looked at him.

"I don't usually feel this way. I didn't plan to. That's why I wanted us to spend time together first—so you wouldn't feel like you had sex with a stranger."

I bit my lower lip, unsure.

He smiled.

"Are you really okay with this?" he asked.

I nodded. He nodded too.

He kissed my neck gently, then trailed kisses to my ear. His hand slid up my thigh , almost touching my panties, I squirmed slightly, breathing unevenly.

" can I?" he whispered as his fingers found my zipper.

I lifted my hair, and he unzipped the gown to my lower back.

I let my hair fall, and he leaned in to kiss me—

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