Terence calmed down. He looked at the alarm clock on the table to see if enough time had passed since he placed the thermometer under Carla's armpit. Seeing that it was time he carefully removed the thermometer.
"It's 39℃. You have to take some medicine immediately."
Terence went into the living room and came back with a glass of water and antipyretics for Carla's fever.
Carla held his hand as he helped her take the medicine. She was delirious with fever and asked him, "Please tell me who you are. Why were those people trying to kill you? And how about your family?"
Carla rambled as she dropped in and out of consciousness. Terence's dark eyes narrowed at her questions. He put the pills in her mouth.
"It's okay. Take your medicine first."
The pills were very bitter and Carla gulped the water down to wash the taste out.
When the pills were finally swallowed, Carla got relieved. She heaved a deep sigh.
"Terence, I know, in your eyes, I am just a passer-by.
She propped herself up leaning against the bed head and said quietly, "You haven't told us any information about yourself because you don't expect to stay with us for very long. So you don't want us to know much about you. Is that right?"
Carla looked up at Terence who remained silent with misty eyes.
"Fine. Just take it that I am talking nonsense because of the fever. I will never ask you this again. After my brother's birthday, you can leave whenever you want. I won't try and persuade you to stay."
Carla lay down and tucked herself into the quilt.
"I'm okay now. I have taken the medicine and you don't need to stay. Just go back to sleep now and I'll be fine," she mumbled.
Even though Carla, was delirious from the temperature, she knew clearly
that Terence did have many secrets.
He seemed so indifferent to a lot of things, making it difficult for her to read him and distinguish from when he was joking and when he was serious.
This made Carla feel like she was in a dream
and when she woke up, he would no longer be there, leaving her life to be the same as it was before she met him.
"I will stay for a little while longer. Just close your eyes and get some sleep," said Terence.
He sat on her bedside and acted as if Carla had said nothing.
Carla slept deeply, but as the medicine began to wear off, she started to sweat again. She moved about the bed uncontrollably uncovering herself.
In obscurity, Terence wrapped the quilt around her and hugged her, whispering, "It's okay. Don't move or you'll catch a cold again."
Terence stared at the woman in his arms. His deep dark eyes were no longer as gentle as they were before.
He struggled with different feelings of affection, but soon calmed himself
and returned to his former self.
After the fever broke and she stopped sweating. Carla relaxed and slept much more soundly. She snuggled into the human pillow that lay beside her and wrapped herself around it.
The following day, when the sunshine filled the room Carla woke up, she yawned and opened her sleepy eyes.
Carla blinked in shock to find that
the skirt-style pajamas she was wearing was up around her waist exposing her pink underwear and her leg was pressed between the legs of a man.
One of her arms was wrapped around the man's waistline under his top, touching his skin
and to her horror
his hand was placed on her breast.
Carla gaped at him in shock.
'How dare you!'
Carla raised her hand and slapped Terence on the face.
Terence lay fast asleep until he felt a sharp pain on his cheek. He woke with a frown at Carla.
"Do you always slap people when you wake up in the morning?"
"Take your hand off my breast!" she said glaring angrily at him.
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