Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Georgia Thorne Is a Patient
"Georgia, what do you mean by that?" Elliot Sheridan leaned down, his long, slender fingers stroking her cheek. "Last time, did I force you to agree?"
Georgia Thorne said nothing as the calloused pad of his thumb slowly slid across her cheek.
’It’s true, he did force me,’ she thought. ’But thinking about it now, part of it was my fault too.’
’If I had really been unwilling, I wouldn’t have agreed, no matter how much Elliot pushed.’
"I’m going to sleep. Please close the door on your way out, thank you!" Georgia Thorne burrowed into her bed, pulling the covers over her head.
It took guts to talk to Elliot Sheridan so defiantly, and she wasn’t sure she could handle the consequences.
Even through the blanket, she could feel the man’s searing gaze burning down on her.
Her small body was curled into a tight ball, not daring to move under the covers.
After a while, she heard hesitant, uneven footsteps.
The sound of a door closing came from outside. ’He must be gone,’ she thought.
She pushed the blanket away, letting her face emerge, her heart growing heavy again.
She knew she was a coward. She had already fallen for him once; she couldn’t let it happen a second time.
She thought it over. A future with Elliot... it was truly impossible.
Setting aside the gap in their age and station, their family backgrounds alone were the biggest reason it could never work.
The Sheridan Family could take her in as a granddaughter, but they would never accept her as a daughter-in-law.
She was, after all, the Thorne Family’s unloved illegitimate daughter. With a background like that, no wealthy family would ever accept her.
Besides, the Sheridans weren’t just any wealthy family.
’I’m overthinking this.’ Even whether she and Elliot could last was a question, let alone thinking about the future.
’It’s impossible. Elliot is just acting on a whim. This novelty won’t last long.’
Lying in her bed, Georgia Thorne felt the medicine slowly take effect, her eyelids growing too heavy to keep open.
As she drifted in and out of sleep, a figure walked to her bedside, lifted the covers, and got into bed.
A sudden chill made Georgia Thorne open her eyes. A handsome, blurry face appeared in her vision.
She mumbled uncertainly, "Elliot, you didn’t leave?"
Elliot wrapped an arm around her waist. "Do you want me to leave?"
It felt good to hold her as she slept. He lowered his head, moving closer to Georgia Thorne’s ear. "Those daily necessities we bought last time... I haven’t seen them. Where did you put them?"
Last time at the supermarket, Elliot Sheridan had picked out a large pile of his own toiletries and supplies.
Georgia Thorne stammered, unable to speak. She had already gotten rid of all those things.
Georgia felt like she was dreaming. Her mind was groggy. He had clearly left, so how could he be in her bed?
’This has to be a dream.’
’She needs to sweat this fever out under the covers, or it’ll never break.’
If Georgia Thorne weren’t sick, he would have taught her a lesson, regardless of whether she was his girlfriend or not.
’What a little torment.’
For the rest of the night, Elliot Sheridan held Georgia Thorne, his desire growing unbearably strong.
Fortunately, around six in the morning, Georgia Thorne’s fever broke.
Georgia was unaware, feeling that this was all just a dream.
And yet, it felt so real.
A real, warm presence. Holding onto Elliot Sheridan’s body, the tightness in her chest seemed to ease instantly.
The next morning, Georgia Thorne, her fever now gone, stirred uncomfortably at the sound of a ringing phone.
The man sleeping beside her opened his gloomy eyes, grabbed the phone, and answered.
Elliot Sheridan was always grumpy when he woke up, and he hated nothing more than being disturbed so early in the morning.
This call from Nancy Hughes was way too early. It was only six o’clock. He had only dared to fall asleep holding the fever-free Georgia at five in the morning.
He had gotten less than an hour of sleep before being woken up again.
He was in such a foul mood he felt like killing someone.
"Spit it out!" Elliot Sheridan’s voice was grim, his entire being shrouded in gloom.
On the other end of the line, Nancy Hughes was thrown for a loop when she heard the man’s voice.
Her first reaction was to check her phone. ’Did I dial the wrong number?!’
But the number was correct. Besides, the man’s voice on the other end was unusually familiar.
Before her jumbled thoughts could land on Elliot Sheridan’s name, the line went dead!
Nancy Hughes had been worried about a sick Georgia Thorne and had wanted to call her last night, but by the time she finished her work, it was already midnight.
Figuring Georgia was already asleep, she had gotten up early this morning to call her.
And Elliot Sheridan answered the phone?
A million curses raced through her mind, but she couldn’t get a single one out.
’What the hell is going on? Did those two sleep together last night?’
’They just broke up a few days ago, and they’re already back together this fast?’
「Meanwhile, in Georgia Thorne’s bedroom—」
Elliot Sheridan impatiently hung up the phone. He lifted his eyelids slightly to gaze at the little woman in his arms, then pulled her closer and went back to sleep.
Georgia Thorne didn’t wake up through any of it. She turned over, her back to Elliot, who then wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind.
When Georgia Thorne woke up again, her throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire.
She must have sweated during the night. Her body was sticky, and the blanket clinging to her felt very uncomfortable.
She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the face of a man, sleeping peacefully.
Her hazy consciousness snapped into focus. She stared at the man in disbelief, then shot up in bed, only to realize her clothes had been stripped off at some point!
’Why didn’t he leave last night!’
’Why are we in the same bed!’
’Why is my dream happening in real life?’ She pinched her cheek hard, sucking in a sharp breath at the pain.
’It wasn’t a dream. He never left last night at all!’
Georgia Thorne’s frantic movements were so large they woke Elliot Sheridan.
"E-Elliot, why are you in my bed!" Georgia’s voice was extremely hoarse, yet soft and weak.
"Shh, sleep with me a little longer." Elliot’s eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep.
He reached out and grabbed Georgia Thorne’s wrist. "You wore me out last night!"
The deeply suggestive words made Georgia’s face instantly turn as pink as an apple, so flushed that one wanted to take a bite.
’What does he mean, I wore him out last night!’
’We didn’t even do anything!’
After taking the medicine, Georgia Thorne had no memory of what happened. She just remembered feeling sleepy, closing her eyes, and dreaming of him.
Georgia was pulled back down to lie beside him. She didn’t resist much.
Because Elliot’s eyes were very red, with dark circles underneath, as if he hadn’t slept well all night.
She lay obediently beside him, her body a little stiff.
As for her, she couldn’t fall back asleep. She just stared blankly at the ceiling.
After a long while, Georgia’s shy, clear voice broke the silence in the room. "E-Elliot, don’t move your hands!"
"Shh, let me touch you for a bit. Otherwise, I get cranky. You know how it is," the man said lazily, his eyes still closed.
Georgia’s face turned completely red with shame as she tried to move the man’s large hand off her body.
"Elliot, you’re being a pervert!"
This man’s ability to twist the truth was too strong. Georgia couldn’t win an argument with him, so she kicked him with her foot. "Elliot, you’re a bully!"
"Who I bully depends on the person. I don’t care about bullying others. I just love bullying a soft, delicate little girl like you!"
His long fingers pinched Georgia’s chin forcefully. "I’ll give you two choices. One, we get back together. Two, we have sex first, let you experience my skills, and then we get back together. Which one do you choose?"
Georgia Thorne’s eyes went wide. She had never seen such a shameless Elliot Sheridan.
She reached out and pinched his hard arm, but afraid of actually hurting him, she didn’t dare to use too much force. Pouting, she said, "I choose neither!"
