That kind of personality, combined with Austin's good looks and talent, made countless women flock to him. Yet, no one had ever seen him get particularly close to anyone. Even with Angela, he'd always been distant, rarely showing any warmth.
Because of this, Angela had always felt a little intimidated around him and had never dared to get too close. But today, he'd taken the initiative to add her.
She wondered if she should send him a message. Since he'd already made the first move, she figured she should at least show some sincerity in return.
Suddenly, someone knocked on her door. Angela was shocked, then let out a sigh. The only person who'd come at this hour was Dexter.
She wondered why he always appeared in the middle of the night instead of just going to bed like a normal person.
Feeling helpless, she opened the door, ready to confront him. However, she found Dexter standing there with a thermometer in his mouth, looking sick and pitiful.
"I'm having a fever," he said hoarsely, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.
Angela reached out to touch his forehead. Sure enough, he was burning up. "Come in and sit down. I'll get you some medicine."
Honestly, she was being kind enough. He'd driven off earlier, leaving her no choice but to take a cab home. And now he was sick. Clearly, karma was catching up with him.
Dexter lay on the couch, unusually well-behaved, with one hand resting on his stomach and the other on his forehead. In the dim light, he looked like a sketch brought to life.
Angela brought him the medicine and poured a glass of water. After mixing the powder into the drink, she passed the glass to him. "Here, drink this."
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