Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1689

Nathaniel was momentarily stunned.

Kristen waved her hand in front of his face, asking, "Sir? Sir? Are you listening to me?"

Nathaniel snapped back to reality and took the bowl from her, drinking the herbal concoction without hesitation.

He knew if Giorgio had sent her, she would have killed him already instead of caring for him.

After finishing the medicine, some brown liquid remained on his lips.

Kristen quickly pulled out her handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

Realizing the intimacy of her action, she quickly explained, "Sir, this handkerchief is clean, not a rag."

Seeing her cheeks turn a rosy red, Nathaniel flashed a weak smile and teased, "If I said I was tempted by your gesture just now, would you feel obligated to take responsibility?"

"Sir… I…" Kristen stammered, her face turning even redder.

Nathaniel quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. Thank you for saving me. My name is Nathaniel Nicholls. What's yours?"

"K-Kristen Serrano," she replied.

Her cheeks were still red, and her movements were much more reserved.

Nathaniel found her demeanor adorable.

For a moment, he was lost in her resemblance to Sheena.

However, the pain in his leg was still unbearable, pulling him back to reality.

Nathaniel lifted the blanket slightly and saw he was only wearing his underwear.

He frowned, looking slightly awkward.

"Um, could you please find me some clothes? I'd like to get up and walk a bit."

He glanced around the room, noting the old yet clean environment, which spoke volumes about the residents' love for cleanliness.

Seeing him survey the house, Kristen lowered her head and said, "My grandma and I don't have much. We're grateful just to have a roof over our heads. You must be from a big city."

Her eyes held a hint of envy when she spoke.

Nathaniel smiled, but his gaze drifted back to her face as if seeing someone else through her.

The next morning, smoke billowed from the chimney, and the faint scent of herbs filled the air.

Kristen wore a pale green dress, exuding gentleness and elegance.

She carefully prepared a small pot of herbal medicine and timed it perfectly, pouring it all out just as it reached 15 minutes.

Then, she carefully carried the bowl of steaming medicine to the room where Nathaniel was resting.