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.

steady breathing. She wondered if he was already asleep. She smelled like a fondue, yet he didn’t

but he held

fondue smell and sleep. However, Joe

and managed to sleep a little, but it wasn’t

her clothes, and she sweated a bit. After about an hour, she woke up and checked

past 10:00 pm.

asleep. She reached out to check his

temperature had come down.

he was pressed against her neck earlier, he was burning up, but now his

his breathing was even and

moved quietly as

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to sleep

the bathroom. Joe had

then carefully climbed back into bed.

side, moved closer. But he seemed to

Skylar back

it was already morning. At first, she felt disoriented. Then she recalled something and quickly

Joe’s forehead.

She breathed

because the lights were off, and the curtains blocked

dark and heavy. It didn’t look like he had just