Chapter 85

Jason studied Grace who was still in a deep slumber. He felt marginally better having had the doctor examine her. But

seeing her so still and lifeless, it was like the vice around his

chest wouldn’t loosen.

“Grace, wake up.”

She didn’t move.

“Sister, you have a fever and you need to take this medicine.”

Still nothing.

He set the glass of water on the table and grabbed the pill. Problem was, he didn’t have enough hands to hold her up, hold the glass and insert the pill into her (m outh).

He tried to coax her once more. “Sister, open your (m outh).” He placed the medicine in his hand by her rather dry lips. “Be good and take the medicine.”

However, she subconsciously pursed her lips tighter. He could not even get the pill in, let alone have her swallow it.

Jason muttered a curse. Her body was hot to the touch and

she’d continue to dehydrate if he couldn’t bring her fever

down. Maybe he should just call an EMT and get her back.

into a hospital ward, at least they’d be able to run an IV and

administer more drugs intravenously.

But even as he thought it, he knew she hated being in the hospital and that such places brought bad memories for her.

It wasn’t so different for him.

He made sure his voice was soft. Without any of

head. Holding her gently, he coaxed her (m outh) open with his own lips. He used the tip of his tongue to press the pill inside then he allowed the water into her (m outh). He angled

it, swallow

another

soft lips against his, the feel of

curled into his embrace and

more. But given the

woman made him.

conscious, burning up with fever, and still he craved her

pressed into

he mumbled softly,

sense him and gradually opened

gaze landed on

moment. Would she resent that he had kissed her? His heart

way?

a s illy smile. “M om, I’ll be good.

could not help laughing. “Grace, it’s Jay.

bigger and her

confused her enough to have

she was seeing her

he was … not offended, just feeling,

mistake, it dawned on him, that in fact,

had passed

like her mother, but the

security and care.

subconsciously rose. “One

a mother when we were

We’re truly quite similar.”

I’ll be good. Very, very good…” Her eyelids were half-open,

the fever.

bit for the child she

father and step-family had treated her. They’d made

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