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She touched his forehead; it was scorching.

If this continued, she feared Stuart would be delirious with fever.

In a rush, Morwenna urged, "Orson, can you speed up?"

Orson glanced through the rearview mirror, his face puzzled. "Is Mr. Hetfield ill?”

The others, aware of Stuart's temperament, probably wouldn't mention his sickness even if they noticed, but Orson was blissfully oblivious.

Morwenna thought no wonder Orson didn't fancy shadowing Stuart; being close to him would've proved a hazardous job.

Seeing that Stuart seemed not to be upset, she casually responded, "Yes, he's got a fever. Please, faster."

Taking her words to heart, Orson pressed on the accelerator, and the car sped forward.

Every so often, Morwenna couldn't help but check Stuart's temperature with her hand.

Although she knew it wasn't much help, it was something she felt compelled to do.

be very high, as Stuart didn't resist her touch at all, not preventing her from fussing

wondering, was this genuine

at pretending, which meant it was

why? They usually didn't part

there genuine

have guessed that the seemingly inscrutable Stuart was

imagine that this ruthless tyrant could be thrilled by

that moment, he even thought that marrying Morwenna

thought of marriage as a hassle, believing solitude

lone wolf, ready to attack

imagined he'd allow a harmless doe to

was noisy, yet... not so

who was sitting beside him, the high fever

was some traffic ahead. She

one lowering and the

just like that, quite unexpectedly, their lips

and

Morwenna froze.

her eyelashes fluttering in

seemed even

in

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