Chapter 34

"Someone has discovered us," the stranger said.

"Hurry up before someone," shocked Grace instinctively pushed them into the bathroom.

She turned the water spray to its highest setting before looking at Ethan. The man's eyes were shut, and his long lashes trembled slightly.

"Mr. Henderson, who are those people?" she asked.

Worried the people outside the window would hear her, Grace pressed close to Ethan as she spoke. Her breaths puffed gently against his ear.

Ethan's eyelashes fluttered violently as he slowly pushed her away from him. "They're probably from the Henderson Family."

Ever since he was crippled, many had set their targets on him. His older brothers were like wolves waiting for him to show the slightest weakness so they could take him down.

He had clearly kept his trip here low-key, yet they had somehow still found out.

From how hard he seemed to be holding himself back and the sweat incessantly rolling down his face, it was clear to Grace how strong the drug was.

She felt genuine concern for her job and wondered if she would be fired for daring to feed her boss such a drug while he was sick.

She opened the packaging on a new towel, dipped it in cold water, and then applied it to Ethan's face.

She had barely finished speaking when Ethan slowly opened his eyes. The usual stern air around him had disappeared. His eyelashes were damp, and there was a fire raging in his gaze.

As though scalded by the intense gaze, Grace hurriedly looked away and apologized, "I'm sorry. Someone else..."

She had expected him to be angry and kick her out, but all he did was ask, "who were you planning on using it on?"

For a moment, Grace couldn't comprehend his words. When she realized he wasn't going off the deep end, she immediately explained, "I wasn't planning on using it on anyone, let alone anyone. I happened to toss it into my bag and forgot. I didn't think you would..."

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Grace wondered if she was hallucinating, as the moment she mentioned Yancey, the air seemed to grow incredibly tense.

Outside, the commotion continued. It seemed the intruders were thrashing the place in search of Ethan while swearing loudly.

Eventually, someone pounded on the bathroom door.

The VIP rooms were quite far from the front desk, which meant they had some privacy, but at that moment, that meant they weren't able to call for help.

Grace bowed her head, saying, "So sorry for this, Mr. Henderson."

With a gnash of her teeth, she began to softly moan. Acting in such a manner in front of someone as stern and rigid as Ethan had her feeling so embarrassed she wanted to die, but they had no other options right now.

As the suggestive sounds rang out, the person knocking on the door stopped for a few seconds. Grace took this opportunity to call out, "Who is it? I don't need room service right now."

The intruders likely hadn't expected to stumble upon such an event, but from this, they could be sure the man inside the bathroom wasn't Ethan.

After all, Ethan was a cripple, so there was no way he would be having fun with a woman in the bathroom.

Unable to find any trace of Ethan, the intruders quickly left.

Grace strained her ears for any sounds, and only once she was sure they had left did she stop acting.

She couldn't bring herself to look at Ethan. All she could hear was the sound of his wheelchair rolling across the floor before the tap at the sink was turned on.

Ethan wet the towel again, the veins on the backs of his hands visibly bulging from the effort he was making to restrain himself.

Still feeling wary, Grace didn't immediately open the bathroom door. She simply stood there awkwardly, watching as Ethan covered his face with the wet towel.

The man's body was strung tight, and his chest heaved slightly.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the bathroom seemed charged with sexual tension. Grace could even hear the sound of his breathing.

It was heavy and strained, a clear indication that he was fighting hard to hold back.