After pondering for an eternity, Jameson answered, “Hmm… I’m not sure either, but I just don’t feel as though I’m her child, nor does she feel like my mommy.”
A bolt of distress lanced through Selena. Perhaps Pierre and Meredith are too busy. Furthermore, they aren’t married, so she didn’t watch the children grow up. “That’s because she’s too busy. She’s a superstar, so she’s often very busy and exhausted. Thus, she doesn’t have much time for you and Jojo.” She didn’t want to say anything bad about his mother before him, for she wanted a child to believe that this world was beautiful.
Jameson sighed. “Okay, then.”
“Alright, it’s late now, so sleep earlier. Good night and sweet dreams.” “Good night.” Jameson lay down, and Selena then pulled the covers over him.
Soon, she heard his breathing evening out. She stayed a while by his bed and touched his forehead again. He’s no longer running a fever. I’ve finally wrangled the child, but there’s still a big devil downstairs.
Selena made a detour to the study first before she went downstairs, only to be greeted by Pierre sitting on the sofa, deep in thought. “Hey! Jamie is no longer running a fever. Antipyretic usually lasts for four to six hours, but he hasn’t had a fever despite the fact that eight hours had passed. Besides, tiny rashes have manifested on his face, so I believe that he’s fine. Thus, I can tell you that it’s most probably Roseola.” Her voice was exceedingly cold, for she truly couldn’t force any amiability before this man.
Pierre lifted his eyes and glanced at her yet said nothing.
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