Chapter 94

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"

Vivian immediately pulled her hands away as if burned.

"It was an accident!"

She held up her palms in surrender, her cheeks flaming red.

Nathaniel remained perfectly composed. "Relax. It's not like I can feel anything anyway."

"Jesus Christ..."

Mortification washed over her in waves. This had to be the most embarrassing moment of her entire existence.

Right now, Vivian wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. Maybe then she wouldn't have to face Nathaniel ever again.

She completely missed the subtle smirk playing on Nathaniel's lips.

As days passed, Vivian gradually adapted to her new routine.

After surviving that initial humiliation, she'd grown surprisingly comfortable handling Nathaniel's body.

Her reasoning was simple - if he couldn't physically feel her touch, why should she restrain herself?

So she explored every sculpted muscle without reservation.

Faced daily with such masculine perfection, no red-blooded woman could maintain complete professionalism.

Of course, nothing came free in this world. While she enjoyed unrestricted access to Nathaniel Blackwood's magnificent physique, he'd been making increasing demands.

Freshly ground coffee beans every morning.

Fruit cut into mathematically precise cubes.

Daily financial briefings read with broadcast-quality diction.

"Enough! I can't take this anymore!"

Midway through grinding today's coffee, Vivian snapped. This had to stop.

The rewards weren't worth serving this demon king.

A week had passed - surely he'd shown some improvement?

She yanked back the blanket and pinched Nathaniel's thigh. "Feel anything now?"

"What do you think?" His voice remained flat. "You're the one who declared me permanently paralyzed."

"Ugh!"

Vivian rubbed her temples anxiously.

Had her curse actually come true? Why wasn't he showing any signs of recovery?

"Having second thoughts?"

Nathaniel lowered his lashes, adopting a wounded expression. "I knew you'd give up eventually. Go ahead, leave. I don't blame you. Saving you was my choice."

His words tugged at her heartstrings.

Strangely, this single week together had brought them closer than four years of marriage. Forgotten emotions were resurfacing.

She bit her lip before asking the question burning in her chest. "So... do you regret saving me?"