Chapter 39: Don’t Make Me Intervene

After applying her medication, Giselle Lambert attempted to get out of bed to freshen up, but was quickly scooped up into Henry Jefferson’s arms and carried to the bathroom, where he gently set her on the cold marble countertop. The chill from the marble made Giselle pause and think about climbing down, but Henry’s hand firmly prevented her from moving. “Stay put, I’ll brush your teeth.” Pushing him lightly, Giselle’s tone was less than pleased: “I have hands, you know.” She despised this aspect of Henry—stripping even the freedom to brush her own teeth. Ignoring her objections, Henry grabbed the toothbrush, squeezed on some toothpaste, and gripped her chin. “Open up.” Giselle clamped her mouth shut, resisting. Seeing her subtle defiance, Henry chuckled, “Don’t make me intervene.” His touch was gentle yet firm, his distinct, sinewy hand steadying her chin. Despite his strong grip, he was careful not to hurt her, meticulously cleaning each corner of her mouth. To her own surpri