Taming The Billionaire's Obsession - Chapter 110: Chapter 110

In the vast room, only Luke and Jane remained.
Towering over her, Luke's gaze fell on Jane's unconscious face. He took in the layers of gauze wrapped around her forehead and neck, and the fine, scattered cuts covering her delicate limbs.
A gleam flickered in his eyes. His cold, piercing gaze lingered on Jane's barely covered body. As he observed her, his expression deepened.
Just as Dylan had said earlier, someone like Jane wasn't worth Luke's personal attention. Yet, here was Luke, up in the middle of the night, having sent away the maid, personally tending to her. There had to be a reason.
Luke simply didn't like other people touching what was his. Even if Jane was no more than a pet he kept nearby, she was still marked as his.
His eyes narrowed. With a cold towel in his long hand, he slowly moved it over the most private part of Jane's leg.
Jane's body was already burning hot, her soft skin even hotter. In contrast, Luke's fingertips were icy cold.
As he pressed the damp towel against her skin and his fingers brushed her thigh, the unconscious girl let out a faint murmur.
Luke's brows furrowed deeply.
Jane's slightly parted lips and her flushed face swayed slightly before him, a tear of frustration slipping from the corner of her eye.
The warm softness of her skin against his fingers momentarily stopped Luke's breath.
His breathing deepened, and even his gaze grew dangerously intense. He thought, 'Even in her unconscious state, Jane can't help but showcase her seductive side.'
Thinking about the various rumors Hayden had reported about Jane's past at Ashwood University, Luke's hand movements became rougher. His large hand moved over her soft skin, his fingers tracing from the base of her thigh upwards.
It wasn't until Jane's unconscious body started to tremble and she let out soft, pleading breaths that Luke seemed satisfied with his punishment and stopped.
Perhaps due to the intense way Luke had handled her, Jane broke out in a light sweat, which ironically helped break her fever.
The room was now faintly filled with her sweet scent.
Luke looked at the girl lying on the bed, covered in a sheen of sweat, her lips slightly parted as she breathed softly, unaware of her surroundings.
Slowly and meticulously, he cleaned his fingers before redressing Jane and tucking her back into bed. Only then did he call Mandy back in.
"Mr. Drake, did you take care of Mrs. Drake yourself?" Mandy looked at Jane in disbelief.
She thought, 'How could Mr. Drake, someone who never lowers himself to serve anyone, personally attend to Jane?'
Luke even went so far as to gently dress Jane and cover her with a blanket.
"She's broken her fever. Where's the medicine?" Luke's voice was cold and indifferent.
Mandy hesitated before pointing to the desk. "The water and medicine are prepared over there. Mr. Powell said to make sure Mrs. Drake takes it, but she hasn't woken up all day, so we haven't had the chance to give it to—"
Before Mandy could finish speaking, she saw Luke take a sip of water, lift Jane's chin, and press his lips to hers directly to administer the medicine.