Sheila took a glance at Davin, the big kid. He was grinning from ear to ear while having fun with the children.
He didn’t stop the kids from calling me ‘Aunt Sheila’ this time. Is he implying that I’m his fiancée?
Before this, it has always been me chasing after him. I have to remind myself not to do so anymore and let him woo me instead.
Sheila, bear this in mind!
“That’s enough for now. Let’s go home. We’re leaving this in your good hands, Sheep.”
“Don’t worry.”
Whatever trick Susan has up her sleeves or games she wants to play, she’ll do it over my dead body!
Davin left with the four children, leaving the three in the room. Without further ado, Sheila took her jacket and bag with her and hurried to the door. “I’m going to check on Susan, bye.”
Her actions were so quick as if she were scared to deprive Nicole and Evan another second of their alone time together.
Ensuring that the door was shut, Evan approached Nicole and patted her head.
Taken aback, she asked, “I fell and injured myself, I’m not having a fever. Why did you touch my head?”
He removed his hand and gently brushed her nose. “I see that you’re blushing, I’m afraid that you’re down with a fever.”
Blushing? Am I?
She felt her face. It feels warm but I’m definitely not having a fever.
“I’m okay, maybe the room temperature is too high. Could you open the windows, please?”
The corner of his lips turned upward as he walked to the windows.
She creased her forehead. “I asked for the windows to be opened. Why did you shut the curtains?”
Evan threw her a casual smile but ignored her question. After closing the curtains, he went to the door.
Curious, she asked again, “Why did you lock the door?”
Click! He returned to the bed and fixed his gloomy eyes on her pale pallor.
“Let’s go on with some important matters.” His tone was deep and sexy.
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