Chapter 2933 - 123: She Kisses Him First

Chapter 2933: Chapter 123: She Kisses Him First

It had been too long since she last got out of bed; in that moment when her feet touched the ground, Harrison Lucas nearly fell over.

But fortunately, she still had the foundation of years of training and quickly steadied herself.

Hoo...

Harrison silently exhaled a breath, taking in deep gulps of air.

After finally getting her breathing steady, Harrison with some difficulty walked step by step to the wall cabinet and poured a glass of water for Ben Lucas with her uninjured right hand.

Then, she carried the glass of water and slowly walked to Ben Lucas’s bedside.

Don’t be fooled—all of these are the simplest of actions, but whether it was pouring the water or walking, every step Harrison took felt like walking on the blade of a knife.

But the pain was not in her feet, it was the old injury on her left back shoulder that was being tugged with each movement.

Yet Harrison’s steps were very steady, and her gaze was firm.

So tenaciously, she didn’t call anyone else, relying solely on herself to take care of Ben Lucas, not only because she didn’t want to disturb the young master, but also for her own selfish reasons.

She... wanted to touch this man gently, to feel him, to confirm his presence.

Throughout these days of unconsciousness, she had intermittently heard him speak. She knew what kind of persistence Ben Lucas held for her, knew he would rather endure Mr. Lucas’s whipping than let her go.

To say she wasn’t moved would be a lie; Harrison was profoundly touched, not even knowing how to repay the young master’s care.

She thought she had to give him a lifetime of devotion, serving him faithfully for a lifetime in order to repay such deep feelings.

Harrison placed the glass on the nightstand, dipped her finger in the water, and touched it to Ben Lucas’s cracked lips.

The man’s chapped lips were moisturized by the water, with the chapped skin slightly healing.

Seeing the good effect, Harrison dipped more water, gently moisturizing all of his lips.

As she did all this, her gaze was tender, her finger moving softly, meticulously, with a warmth even she wasn’t aware of.

When Harrison’s hand was about to leave Ben Lucas’s lips, the man lying unconscious on the bed suddenly murmured, "Water..."

Water?

Harrison thought she heard wrong, but the next moment, Ben Lucas lowly called out again—"Water."

The young master is thirsty, he wants water!

Harrison finally understood.

She immediately picked up the glass of water, about to bring it to Ben Lucas’s lips.

But looking down at the man lying flat, she was troubled again.

With the young master lying there, no matter how skilled she was at feeding water, she couldn’t just hold the glass to his mouth without spilling everywhere.

Handing the glass over at this angle, there was a one hundred percent chance it would spill all over the young master.

Harrison’s hand holding the water stopped midair; after a brief hesitation, she suddenly lowered her head, drank two sips, holding a mouthful of water in her mouth.

Then, Harrison put down the glass, leaned over close to Ben Lucas.

Though the act of bending and lowering her head inevitably pulled at her left back shoulder injury, at this moment, Harrison couldn’t care about such things.

Her heart was pounding, inexplicably tense to the point of breathlessness.

Finally, Harrison’s soft lips covered the man’s thin ones, and instinctively, she gently poked out her small tongue, prying open Ben Lucas’s tightly closed lips.

The flowing water poured into the man’s long-parched mouth, Harrison’s nimble little tongue accidentally probing too deep, uncontrollably tangling with Ben Lucas’s.

It was a wondrous feeling.

This was Harrison’s first time actively kissing the young master; amidst her nervousness, she only felt all the oxygen in her brain nearly being sucked out by the kiss.