“If you don’t want to take medicine, then don’t get sick.”

“You think I want to be sick?”

“Why were you standing out in the cold night air if you don’t want to get sick? Got a thing for the chill?”

Sophia couldn’t win the argument, so she snatched up the medicine and shoved it all into her mouth at once.

Jason wrinkled his brow in concern and hurriedly handed her a glass of water.

Sophia drank so hastily that she choked, doubling over and coughing next to the bed.

Clad in a cotton cartoon pajama set that was loose-fitting, she inadvertently revealed a swath of her pale skin as she leaned forward.

A rush of warmth flooded through Jason as he remembered that afternoon when her feverish and tender body pressed against him, impossible to push away… His hand hesitated mid-air, not daring to touch her back.

As Sophia coughed, her face turned beet red and she lay back down, gasping for breath and giving Jason a sideways look. “Are you trying to get back at me under the guise of taking care of me? Is this your way of finishing me off?”

glance and stood

and grabbed his shirt. “I’m just kidding, don’t

his voice remained sharp. “I thought you

Sophia looked up at him. “Considering how pitiful I am, can’t you be a little nicer to

enough

pondered for a moment, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “On second thought, you’re

in. “Stop talking and try to sleep off

go outside? We grew up together, like siblings. What’s there to be awkward

sentiment was heartwarming, and yet it only

want to sleep. Just

you want to

from the fever, Sophia asked, “Have you visited Old Mr. Quintin these past

to marry Evelyn off

really likes Evelyn,”

do?” Jason realized he couldn’t exchange a few words with her without getting

She and

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