The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 7

Yves' back was covered in a patchwork of angry, weeping rashes and pressure sores—an agonizing combination of itch and pain that would be hellish for anyone, let alone someone trapped in a coma. No wonder she’d noticed that sharp, unpleasant scent the moment she walked in; it was the raw skin and festering wounds.

Lindsay’s anger flared, her fair cheeks burning crimson. Mr. Quigley Sr. wasn’t even gone yet, and the rest of the Quigley family already dared to treat Yves this way, right under his nose.

She couldn’t bear to imagine what Yves had suffered in her previous life, those endless days spent silent and motionless.

The thought made her nose sting; her eyes shimmered, threatening tears.

Her voice shook with emotion. “Yves, you’ve been through enough. I’m here now, and for the next six months, I swear I won’t let anyone mistreat you.”

After carefully wiping down his upper body, she reached for the ointment, smoothing it gently over his back. Worried he'd catch a chill, Lindsay quickly helped him into clean pajamas.

Then she moved to help him out of his pants, but as she did, she noticed a physical reaction—something she’d never expected from a man in a coma. A deep blush crept up her face, coloring her cheeks and even the tips of her ears. She’d never been with a man before, and now…

Mortified, Lindsay squeezed her eyes shut and tried to continue, but the moment her hand brushed against his skin, she recoiled as if shocked by static. She could have sworn she heard a muffled groan escape his lips—a low, masculine sound that hammered through her, equal parts shock and hope.

She snapped her eyes open and stared at Yves. “Did you just wake up?”

But his eyes remained firmly closed, his face unmoving—no sign of consciousness at all.

Lindsay hesitated, heart pounding. Had she imagined it? Was her mind playing tricks on her?

“Honey? Was that you just now?”

No answer.

“Yves?”

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