Suzanne Trent didn't even have a chance to refuse before she was carried into the room.
When she had come back earlier, she was soaked with rainwater from the wind. Mason King seemed not to notice, placing her directly on the bed. Seeing the thin layer of sweat on her cheeks, he went to the bathroom, washed a towel, and brought it back.
As the man was wiping her face, Suzanne laid on the bed wincing in pain. Still, she raised her hand to grab the towel, "I'll do it myself..."
"Hands off." The man's tone was forceful and allowed no room for argument.
Suzanne fell silent for a moment. The pain was so intense that she had no strength to resist. Laying down and stretching out her body seemed to provide some relief. She dropped her hand and let the pain sweep through her nerves while also allowing the man to wipe away the rainwater from her face, neck, and most of her body.
"Where does it hurt?" She could barely think when she suddenly heard the man's voice.