“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

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

but his voice remained sharp. “I thought you were

doe-like eyes, Sophia looked up at him. “Considering how pitiful I am, can’t you be

I nice enough to you

a playful smile tugging at

tucked her in. “Stop talking and try to sleep off the medicine. I’m not going

siblings. What’s there to be

heartwarming, and yet

Just talk

what do you want to talk

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

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

don’t think Gabriel really

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

just hope you’ll move on from Estelle. She and Jonathan are so happy together; you’re just an outsider. Maybe it’s time for a

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