Chapter 19

Grace opened her blurry eyes and tried to look up at Ethan, but everything was a haze. She mustered enough strength to reach out and grab his hand that was resting on the arm of the wheelchair. He didn't pull away, but he didn't move any closer, either. He kept himself at a distance. "Give me water… please." It was unbearable, the heat consuming her. Ethan's fingers suddenly tightened on her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Do you know who I am?" Grace had no idea—all she knew was she was about to die of thirst. Even the hand he used to grip her chin became strangely alluring. She took his hand with both of hers and kissed her way from his fingertips to his palm. His hand curled slightly, and his throat bobbed as he turned his wheelchair. She was leaning against it, and at that moment, she fell onto the carpet. The temperature in the room was low, and all she could see was him moving toward the bathroom. Soon, the sound of water running filled the space.