Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 65: Still Uncomfortable?

Even though I’ve been to Cloud Mansion many times, I still proceed with caution, not crossing any boundaries.

Julian Ford walked to the sofa, bent down to carry her in his arms, walked into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and covered her with a blanket before entering the bathroom himself.

After showering, he came out, lifted the blanket, got into bed, and extended his arm to pull the person beside him into his embrace.

Scarlett Shaw slept deeply, her slightly parted light pink lips were enticing. Julian lowered his head and pecked her lips lightly, leaving as quickly as he touched.

Scarlett remained quietly and obediently asleep.

Julian’s thumb gently rubbed her lower lip, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"My retribution has already come."

It was like threads of silk, cold and unyielding, nearly soundless, quickly dissipating in the quiet night.

The hand wrapped around her waist moved up, pressing against her slender and fragile back, and Julian tightened his hold on her, as if seeking warmth.

When Julian awoke in the middle of the night, the person in his arms was scalding hot, burning his heart. He lifted his hand, pressing the back of it to Scarlett’s forehead to check her temperature. It was very hot and she had a light sweat.

He turned on the light and got up, intending to go outside to get a thermometer when Scarlett suddenly hugged his waist.

She seemed to have woken up, but the high fever was tormenting her, leaving her in a dazed state, clearly very uncomfortable.

Her face flushed red from the fever, pressing against his chest as if seeking safety and warmth, exuding an utter trust.

The unknown, dangerous heat surged in Julian’s heart.

"I feel terrible..."

She furrowed her brows and said in a muffled voice with her eyes closed.

Just hours ago, she had firmly and decisively told him she wanted to end things and draw a clear boundary. Now she was curling up to him like it was nothing, revealing her vulnerability without any defense.

"Just as foolish as before, trusting everyone, not knowing how to set boundaries."

Julian’s dark eyes deepened, he lowered his head, brushing his nose against her delicate nose, and gently covered her lips with his in a tender kiss.

He reached for his phone by the bedside, found Josiah Sutton’s number, and called him.

When the call connected, Julian briefly explained Scarlett’s condition.

"The medicine I asked you to buy tonight includes something for fever reduction. First take her temperature, only give her the medication if it reaches 39 degrees, otherwise, physical cooling should suffice."

As soon as Josiah finished his last word, the call was abruptly ended.

He paused in surprise.

Someone who’s just toying with another wouldn’t be so attentive, fooling no one.

Josiah pinched the bridge of his nose, momentarily unsure if he should pity Scarlett.

It’s fortunate that his stubborn sister is abroad and won’t learn about this, otherwise the marriage that the family painstakingly arranged might fall apart.

Cloud Mansion.

After measuring Scarlett’s temperature, it read 39.6 degrees. Julian took out the antipyretic medication, carried a glass of water to her lips, holding her chin to force her mouth open, but as soon as the medicine was placed in, it was spat out.

"It’s too bitter, I don’t want it, take it away."

Scarlett, feverish and disoriented, spoke stubbornly, like a petulant little princess, almost slapping Julian in the face.

Julian restrained her restless hands, took another pill, and holding the back of her neck, asked, "Shall I feed you?"

Scarlett didn’t understand his meaning, "Hmm?"

Julian put the pill in his mouth, lowered his head to kiss her, and amidst the entangled intimacy, Scarlett tasted the bitterness, pushing him away with a frown, "Don’t touch me, I want to end this with you."

He found her amusing, "Most people are well-behaved when they’re ill, but you’re acting like a drunken cat."

"Who told you to treat me like a Japanese person?"

She complained, yet her arms tightened around his waist.

The high fever burned like a fire, dangerously enticing.

Feeling a tightening in his torso, Julian’s breath became heavier, and he grasped her arm, "If you don’t want me to touch you now, let go."

Scarlett, her mind not clear, couldn’t hear him.

Not only did she not let go, but she also wrapped herself around him like an octopus.

"Ford."

Scarlett mumbled incoherently with hot, burning breath.

"Is it you?"

Ford.

She only called Ryan Ford that.

The softness in Julian’s expression instantly turned cold, and he unceremoniously pulled her off and tossed her back onto the bed.

Scarlett landed painfully, curling up into a ball with a pained expression.

She felt as though she was thrown back to years ago, on that thunderous night, trapped in the storm, feverish, near death, when someone saved her. The presence was much like the one who just held her.

When Julian returned to the bedroom with a damp towel, Scarlett had wrapped herself like a cocoon in the blankets.

He unceremoniously pulled the covers away, removing her nightclothes.

The warm, wet towel brushed over her skin, and Julian’s cold demeanor persisted, applying more pressure.

The fevered, muddled mind cried out in pain and with a weak yet playful anger said:

"It hurts, I want a hug."

The towel halted at her calf.

Julian raised his gaze, locking eyes with her tear-filled ones, pressed his hand beside her, and grasped her chin, "Who am I?"

Scarlett: "Dog."

Julian’s eyes narrowed, "So that’s what you think of me in private."

Scarlett: "Let me go and you won’t be a dog."

Julian paused for several seconds, then suddenly chuckled softly, "You want me to hold you, yet want me to let you go, what do you really want?"

Scarlett’s watery eyes were stunned.

Julian held her like a child in his arms.

"If I really let go, would you be unwilling to leave?"

She laid weakly on his shoulder, her voice low and stubborn, "I can’t wait."

"That’s for the best."

Absentmindedly, he patted her on the back of her head.

"Rest assured, when the time comes, I’ll let you leave without making it difficult for you. Stay with me obediently until then."

Scarlett, severely feverish, couldn’t discern her words, nor could she remember what Julian said. It all felt like a dream, her mind chaotic, painful, and swollen, soon drifting into deep sleep.

Nearby, breathing warm and shallow.

Julian placed her back in the blankets and, following Josiah’s instructions, dampened a towel with warm water every half hour to wipe Scarlett down until the sky began to lighten. He checked her temperature again, confirmed the fever had broken, then finally allowed himself to sleep, holding her. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

When Scarlett woke up, her memories of the night were not clear.

She just remembered clinging to Julian like a female rascal, refusing to let go.

Inwardly ashamed, just the evening before, she had self-righteously declared she would stay away from him. Yet, here she was, sick at such a time, treating him like a heater, selfishly hugging him seeking warmth.

Feeling embarrassed, the man beside her reacted as one would in the morning.

Scarlett’s ears turned red, lifting her eyes to meet Julian’s dark gaze.

With the back of his hand on her forehead, he calmly asked, "Do you still feel uncomfortable?"