“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?”

swept her a glance and stood

reached out and grabbed his

heart skipping a beat, but his voice remained sharp. “I thought you were afraid I’d be the death

eyes, Sophia looked up at him. “Considering how

nice enough to

playful smile tugging

in. “Stop talking and try to sleep

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

heartwarming, and yet it only tasted bittersweet to

want to sleep. Just talk

want to talk about?”

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

Mr. Quintin wants to marry Evelyn off to the Jarvis family. Don’t stir the

really

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

the blanket, her voice raspy. “I just hope you’ll move on from Estelle. She and Jonathan are so happy together; you’re just an outsider. Maybe it’s

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