Lucian didn't know what to do in this situation.
His hands were still gripping the CEO's shoulders firmly to prevent him from falling off the chair completely.
And that was when he noticed that Rowan was burning up.
His skin was hot- alarmingly hot, it was radiating heat through the expensive fabric of his suit like a furnace.
Lucian's eyes widened. This wasn't just a case of simple exhaustion. The man had a fever.
"Shit, what the hell am I supposed to do? Should I throw caution to the wind and take him to the hospital?" Lucian muttered under his breath, his mind racing.
The knock on the door came again, louder this time, more insistent. And luckily enough for Lucian, that sharp sound seemed to jolt Rowan awake.
His ocean-blue eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, then slowly sharpening as consciousness returned.
It was exactly at the moment when Lucian had just opened his mouth, about to shout for help and then...
