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

move, but

smell and sleep. However, Joe felt like a human furnace.

closed her eyes and managed to sleep a little, but it

bit. After about an hour, she woke up

past 10:00 pm.

She reached out to check his forehead.

temperature had come down.

was pressed against her neck earlier, he

was even and gentler

of Joe’s embrace. She moved quietly as she got out of bed and headed to

shower. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be

bathroom. Joe had moved to

carefully climbed back into bed. There was enough space between them

Skylar was asleep, Joe, who had initially been lying on his side, moved closer. But he seemed

Skylar back

she felt disoriented. Then she

Joe’s forehead.

was normal. She

eyes opened. The room was dark because the lights were off, and the curtains blocked

It didn’t look like he had just woken up.