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.

made sure his voice was soft. Without any of the command or desperation he was

head. Holding her gently, he coaxed her (m outh) open with his own lips. He used the tip

swallow

throat moved, he took another sip of

her soft lips against his, the feel

embrace

he wanted more. But given the circumstances, that

woman made him.

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

lips pressed into a

mumbled softly, calling

seemed to sense him and gradually opened

misty gaze

was slightly stunned and felt an unexpected wave of anxiety at that moment. Would she resent

way?

illy smile. “M

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

her

delirious. The fever confused her

she was

was … not

that in fact, it

mother had passed away

her mother,

security and care.

Jason’s lips subconsciously rose.

father whilst another lost a mother

We’re truly quite similar.”

om, won’t you stay with me? I’ll be good. Very, very good…” Her

the fever.

a bit for the child she had been, alone,

knew full well how her father and step-family had treated her. They’d made their

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