I secretly sneaked into the kitchen, scraped some peach fuzz, and scattered it in his bathroom and on his bed.
Less than half an hour after Ryan came home that evening, an ambulance arrived and parked in front of the villa.
I was forced to get in and accompany him to take care of him, while Monica then took Leon to the hospital.
I suppressed my disgust as I fed the rash-covered Ryan some water, but his gaze was even more revolting than it had been that morning.
Later, Monica told me to take good care of Ryan and took Leon home.
I went to the restroom and rubbed the peach fuzz I had brought with me all over my arms.
"Mr. Smith, you should rest now. Call me if you need anything."
"I need something right now. Come here."
I really didn't want to, but I had no choice. With a forced smile on my face, I walked over to him.
"Anything I can help you with?"
In the next second, Ryan grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me onto the bed.
Too bad for him—I'd been doing physical labor since I was a kid, and a bedridden patient like him couldn't budge me.
"Come here!"
Ryan was clearly embarrassed. I took a few steps back, maintaining my perfect smile.