Chapter 391
Joan scared herself by going into another room.
Stella fidgeted as she sat on Weston‘s lap, feeling his body‘s warmth even through their clothes. “You‘re really very warm. Why don‘t you take your temperature properly?” “Haven‘t I already done that a couple of times?”
Stella was speechless.
She recalled those few attempts at taking his temperature, which was probably inaccurate because Weston refused to cooperate. “You‘re no longer a child. Why are you being so difficult when it comes to taking your temperature? If you don‘t do it properly this time, I won‘t bother with you anymore.” She heard a low chuckle coming from him. “I got it.”
He even tried to make himself sound obedient and pliant.
A few minutes later, Weston proactively handed his thermometer to her. “Does it look accurate this time?” Stella looked at the window and reported, “102, almost 104 degrees.” She was slightly taken aback. “Didn‘t I put a cool towel on your forehead just now to lower your temperature? Why did your fever worsen...” Weston was slightly annoyed and placed the thermometer at the side. He pulled Stella back into his arms. “I‘m fine.” “You‘re burning up and still dare to say you‘re fine?” “Are you worried about me?” Weston rubbed the tip of his nose against her ear. Even with such subtle movements, Stella could feel the heat emanating from his body. “No, I‘m just worried that your family might come looking for me and hold me accountable if you were to turn silly from your fever.”
“Then you shall be held accountable,” Weston said casually. Stella knew it was just a passing remark and disregarded it. “If you continue having a fever, how will you go to work tomorrow?‘ “Still insisting you‘re not worried about me? Hmm?” Falling sick wasn‘t a big deal for Weston. He seldom fell ill, but if falling ill meant he could see Stella getting worried for him, it didn‘t seem like a bad idea.
Stella remained silent.
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