Richest Mogul

Chapter 801

Skylar thought that a single dose of antipyretics wouldn’t be fatal. Furthermore, Joe’s symptoms were like those of a common cold. His eyes were red, and his

voice was nasal.

Joe noticed that Skylar had been remarkably patient with him, and their interactions had grown even more distant than when they first met. It felt as though his heart was blocked off, making him feel stifled and uncomfortable.

Seeing Joe staring at her, Skylar couldn’t continue pretending she didn’t notice. She asked helplessly, “Is there anywhere else you feel unwell, Mr. Martin?”

“No, that’s all.”

“You should get some rest,” Skylar said, glancing at the clock. It was already 9: 00 pm.

Joe looked at her intently and then pulled her down onto the bed.

Skylar was startled. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything to you,” Joe said. He buried his face

in her neck.

The familiar warmth and scent helped calm his restless mind.

Gradually, exhaustion and drowsiness overtook him. Skylar was speechless at his bluntness.

already asleep. She smelled like a fondue, yet he didn’t seem to

to move, but he held

thought. She would make do with the fondue smell and sleep. However, Joe felt like a human furnace. His body was

closed her eyes and managed to sleep

out of her clothes, and she sweated a bit. After

past 10:00 pm.

deeply asleep. She reached out to

temperature had come down.

her neck earlier, he was

even and gentler than

slip out of Joe’s embrace. She moved quietly as she

she wouldn’t be

bathroom. Joe had moved to the other side of the

back into bed. There was enough space between them for another

had initially been lying on his side, moved closer. But he seemed to feel it wasn’t quite

Skylar back

At first, she felt disoriented. Then she

Joe’s forehead.

She

because the lights were off, and the curtains blocked out

It didn’t look like he had just woken