“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?”

her a glance

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

beat, but his voice remained sharp.

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

I nice enough to

pondered for a moment, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “On

to sleep off the medicine. I’m not going anywhere; I’ll just sit outside for a

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

was heartwarming, and yet

don’t want to sleep. Just talk to me,” Sophia

do you want to talk about?” Jason agreed,

asked, “Have

frowned. “Old Mr. Quintin wants to marry Evelyn off to the

Gabriel really

he couldn’t exchange a few words with her without getting worked

from Estelle. She and Jonathan are so

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