Chapter 584
Her thoughts were still all over the place when Weston said, “You still have a mild fever.”
He kept the thermometer away. “The family doctor will be here later.”
“There‘s no need to go to such trouble.” Stella furrowed her brows. “I‘m fine now.”
She looked at the clock and noticed that it was in the wee hours of the morning.
If the family doctor were to come, Joan probably wouldn‘t have much time to rest.
“Let‘s not bother others...”
“Have you ever considered the fact that they might be very happy to be bothered?”
Weston lifted his hand and tucked her hair behind her
ear. “If they weren‘t bothered, the family doctor wouldn‘t have a reason to exist, and I wouldn‘t need to hire Joan at such a high salary. They‘d be out of a job if you don‘t have any needs.”
His words rendered Stella speechless.
Perhaps she was still not completely alert yet because of her mile fever. She pulled the sheets high up and wriggled in. “I want to sleep and don‘t want to see anyone else...”
His eyes shifted. “You‘re an adult, but you‘re still afraid to see the doctor?”
Stella shook her head.
She was just worried about injections.
She hated injections . Even though she didn‘t say it out loud, Weston knew what she was thinking and rubbed her head affectionately. “Don‘t worry. He‘ll just be here to do a check–up.”
Nonetheless, Stella refused to believe him. “You‘re lying just so I‘ll be fooled into getting an injection...”
Weston stared at her before lowering his head in a chuckle.
“What are you laughing at?” Stella asked, upset.
“Nothing.” Weston rubbed her head again and stood up to leave.
When he returned, a first–aid kit was in his hand.
Stella saw him sit by the bedside , where he unwrapped her sheets and pulled out her leg.
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