My First Love Died, Now My Step Uncle Wants Me-Chapter 67: Suspicious Red Marks

Caleb Rhodes let out a heavy breath, forcibly suppressing the beast roaring within him. His voice was as hoarse as it could be. "Don’t move!"

But Nina Wynn only wanted to draw some coolness from his body. Her hands wrapped around his waist as she pressed herself against him.

Her hands started to roam again.

With her fiery, soft body against his, Caleb Rhodes felt the last thread of his composure snap.

He grabbed one of her arms and, with a tug, lifted her up.

He sat on the bed, parted her slender, pale legs, and placed them around his waist.

His dominant lips and tongue captured her scalding mouth. The moment her little tongue tasted the coolness, it immediately darted out to tangle with his.

Caleb Rhodes’s chest heaved. His hand slid directly under her bath towel.

It traveled up the smooth, delicate line of her waist, finally closing around her astonishing softness.

Perhaps the coolness of his body truly soothed her, as she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

It was soft, soul-stealing, and tinged with a broken vulnerability.

He couldn’t stop his mind from imagining her sounds and expressions in the throes of pleasure.

His breathing grew exceptionally ragged. Biting her lip, his voice was terrifyingly low and hoarse. "You asked for this!"

With that, he rolled over, pinning her to the bed.

Suddenly deprived of the coolness, she grew restless again. Her small hands flailed in the air, as if begging to be held.

Caleb Rhodes tugged at his collar, the darkness in his eyes blanketing her like an overwhelming tide.

The next second, her flailing hands were pinned down. His tall, powerful body covered hers, trapping her completely beneath him.

Broken whimpers occasionally sounded, along with intermittent pleas for mercy that echoed through the room.

Suddenly, an inopportune knock sounded at the door.

"Third Lord Master, Dr. Chapman is here. Should I bring him in, or have him wait in the living room?"

Caleb Rhodes’s body went completely rigid. His chest rose and fell violently as the rising passion was brutally suppressed. He said in a low voice, "Have him wait in the living room."

He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the redness had faded, leaving only a bottomless darkness.

He glanced at the little thing beneath him. Her towel was only halfway off. ’What a damn shame!’

He took a deep breath, got up, and straightened his clothes. Seeing that she was only wearing a towel, he grabbed one of his own shirts and draped it over her. Then, he scooped her up into his arms and walked out the door.

Nina Wynn was so weak from the fever that she could only rest her head on his shoulder.

But he was holding her too tightly, and she felt uncomfortable. She nuzzled against his neck and murmured, "Hurts..."

Caleb Rhodes looked at her, pulled the shirt down a little further, and walked toward the old doctor.

The old doctor had been waiting outside for a while. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw the famously cold Valorian Crown Prince cradling a young woman in his arms.

The young woman was draped in a large, black men’s shirt, leaning weakly against him. The small patch of skin visible on her neck was covered in suspicious red marks.

As he approached, the young woman seemed to say something. Caleb Rhodes glanced at her, then used his hand to pull the shirt down, covering her exposed knees.

The difference in their sizes was stark, yet there was a strange sense of harmony between them. It was like a large beast of prey carrying its cub, allowing no one to approach or even look.

Moreover, the look the Crown Prince had just given the young woman—filled with such intense possessiveness and control—made the old doctor’s scalp tingle. He began to worry about the young woman’s future, how bleak and dark it might be, likely without a shred of freedom.

Soon, Caleb Rhodes arrived before him.

He placed Nina Wynn on the sofa, but the young woman was so feverish she couldn’t sit up straight. So he picked her up again, sat her on his lap, and had her lean against his chest for the old doctor to examine her.

Now that he was closer, the old doctor could clearly see red marks all over the young woman’s neck and on the parts of her legs inadvertently exposed beneath the shirt.

Her pitifully thin wrists also bore red marks from being gripped, with clear finger imprints that showed considerable force had been used.

Furthermore, the way Caleb Rhodes was holding her now, with one arm wrapped around her waist, practically encircled her entire body.

The implication of ownership and control was staggering.

The old doctor shook his head inwardly and conscientiously took Nina Wynn’s pulse.

Then he frowned and said, "What’s going on here? Her constitution is even worse than the first time I saw her."

Caleb Rhodes frowned, the chill in his eyes deepening. "What do you mean?"

The old doctor shook his head. Fearing he had misread the pulse, he carefully took it again before saying gravely, "Last time, her fever was caused by a fright that she couldn’t psychologically handle. This time is different. It’s a pathogenic invasion. She’s truly, seriously ill, and her body can’t fight it, which is causing the fever."

"Her body is too weak. Weren’t you conditioning her? Has she been taking the medicine I prescribed properly?"

Caleb Rhodes didn’t answer, his expression turning grim.

The butler quickly stepped forward. "She has. Always on time, the right dosage, without missing a single one."

The old doctor’s brow furrowed. "What about her food? Is she unable to eat, or is she eating too little?"

The butler replied, "She eats relatively little, but we give her extra meals in between. The total amount is what a normal person would eat."

The old doctor said, "That doesn’t make sense. In her condition, a hospital check-up would surely show anemia and major malnutrition. Malnutrition is extremely rare these days. How could a family like yours raise someone to be like this? It’s just wrong!"

He paused, then added, "Her body is just too weak. She’s a young woman, but her constitution is like that of a middle-aged or elderly person. The condition of her five vital organs is still deteriorating. If this isn’t stopped, in a few years... How have you been taking care of her..."

He didn’t dare continue, because Caleb Rhodes’s expression grew colder with every word he spoke.

The old doctor shivered and quickly changed the subject. "I’m not saying you haven’t taken good care of her. It’s just that this young woman carries too much on her mind. She bottles everything up. If this goes on for too long, it will lead to a major crisis. What about the psychologist you were finding for her? Has that been arranged?"

Caleb Rhodes’s expression finally softened slightly. He said in a low voice, "She’s been in the hospital since her surgery. I wanted to wait until her body recovered before getting a psychologist." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The old doctor said, "You can’t wait any longer. Arrange it immediately. Also, encourage her to talk more. It would be best if she could pour out everything on her mind. Even just crying a little would be good. At least it’s a form of release."

He added cautiously, "Someone with her personality... I’m afraid she doesn’t cry much, or laugh much, does she?"

Caleb Rhodes’s brow tightened.

The old doctor’s words made him recall something he had overlooked. It seemed Nina Wynn had never once shed a tear in front of him. Even when she was severely mistreated, or in so much pain she lost consciousness, she never cried a single tear.

He didn’t know if such a stoic and restrained personality was a good thing or a bad thing.