Soon after, Philip and the others left the room to give them some privacy.
Chantelle had been conscious the whole time they were talking about her condition, but she kept her eyes shut because she was too exhausted. She could feel Daniel pressing his lips against the back of her hand, and then something warm and wet fell onto her skin.
Her eyelashes trembled as she tried to open her eyes to look at him, but sleepiness took over, and she drifted off.
When she finally woke up later, Chantelle was drenched in sweat. Her body felt so hot it was as if she were trapped inside an oven. She reached out to push away the source of the heat and felt something warm and solid under her hand.
She slowly opened her eyes and found a broad chest right in front of her. When she looked up, she saw Daniel's face and realized he was holding her in his arms.
Wait… he's not wearing a shirt, and I don't think I'm wearing anything either…
