Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 259:

Marsha quickly agreed. “You can take a look. I’ll send it to you right away. Just be sure not to share it.”

Without asking Khloe to sign any confidentiality agreement, Marsha simply asked for her email and sent the critical experimental data over. A pang of guilt struck Khloe at Marsha’s directness; there had been no need for such a public spectacle. But she had no time to dwell on it, as Marsha immediately dragged her into a twelve-hour marathon of dissection lessons, using eight experimental rabbits. It wasn’t until Marsha was sure she had fully mastered the technique that she allowed Khloe to leave.

As Khloe walked out of the university, exhaustion weighed heavily on her. Her body ached, and the faint scent of rabbit blood lingered on her clothes. She rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the fatigue, and climbed into the car, asking Gloria to drive her home. Once she arrived, Khloe didn’t bother with food or rest. She went straight for the shower, eager to wash off the lingering scent of disinfectant and animal blood that was making her head throb.

She ran a hot bath, sank into the water, and finally found relief, her head resting on the edge of the tub as she drifted off into a deep, much-needed sleep.

She slept for hours, completely unaware of the time passing.

Fiona had prepared a meal, but after Khloe didn’t come down for a long time, she quickly informed Henrik. Henrik, upon hearing this, headed straight to Khloe’s room. Finding the bathroom door unlocked, his concern drove him to step inside, where he saw Khloe asleep and completely naked in the bathtub.

Khloe rested in the bathtub, her bare form submerged in the warm water, which tinted her skin a gentle pink. Her wet hair flowed over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her neck, lending an unintentional grace to her appearance. The soft lighting traced her contours, the water reflecting a faint shimmer that exuded an unintentional charm. Henrik, known for his usual composure, felt a flush of heat creep up his face. He turned away quickly, his heart racing beyond his control.

“Khloe, wake up,” he called out, his voice laced with a faint rasp.

Dazed, Khloe faintly registered someone calling her name. Slowly opening her eyes, still groggy, she realized she had dozed off in the tub and Henrik had seen her naked. Her face flushed bright red.

As Khloe scrambled to sit up, she slipped, sliding down in the water. Hearing the splash, Henrik reacted instantly, turning to catch her safely in his arms. Their bodies ended up pressed tightly together, Khloe still entirely exposed.

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Khloe found herself pressed against Henrik, her bare skin sensing the steady rhythm of his strong heartbeat and the firmness of his chest. The heat from his body seemed to radiate through his clothes, making her feel as though she might burn. What shocked her even more was finding a certain firmness pressing against her leg.

Fully grasping the situation, Khloe’s face turned red, and her pulse raced uncontrollably. Henrik’s breaths quickened, a faint glimmer of heat flashing in his eyes.

Fighting to steady his thoughts, Henrik carefully helped her to her feet. “Be careful. I’ll let go now. Stand steady.”

The moment Henrik let go, a sharp pain shot through Khloe’s ankle. Reacting quickly, she clung to his shoulders. “No! Don’t let go. I think I hurt my ankle.”noveldrama

Henrik froze momentarily, caught off guard. Though his self-control was stretched thin, Khloe held onto him firmly, clearly afraid of falling. Her skin, soft and smooth, pressed close to him. In a situation like this, anyone else might have lost control. Struggling to hold himself back, he muttered, “I’ll support you, but ease up a little. I’m no saint, Khloe.”

Khloe’s face was aflame, and she reluctantly loosened her hold.

Henrik grabbed a towel from nearby and wrapped it around her. The warmth of the fabric eased some of the lingering tension between them.

With Khloe now covered, Henrik let out a quiet sigh. “I’ll carry you out,” he said before lifting her securely into his arms and walking toward the bedroom.

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