The woman had a slender and fragile form. She lay on her side and curled up on the sofa like a kitten. Her long, dark hair was laid down on her back.
Candice tightened her brows and was restless in her slumber.
Alex lowered his eyes and observed her closely. The look in his eyes was dark and solemn.
The temperature in the room felt a little low for him.
He dropped his gaze as he pivoted and went into the room.
Candice's phone ringtone woke her up from her sleep. She had placed it beside her earlier, so she reached out to answer the call.
Shawn's worried voice came through, and he asked, "How are you doing, Candy? Do you feel better?"
Stunned, Candice replied quietly, "Actually, I'm much better now."
"Oh, no! Did I wake you up?" Shawn exclaimed upon hearing her raspy and nasal voice.
"Not really. Just a little tired," Candice responded.
"That's good to hear. You need to rest. I've ordered some food for you and that rascal. You need to remind him to have his meal. I also heard about his wound infection from Sawyer," Shawn urged.
He sighed a little and continued worriedly, "Alex might be a troublemaker, but he's still my grandson."
After an exchange of a few more words, he ended the call to not disturb Candice's sleep.
She lay on the sofa for a while with the phone in her hand. Her limbs felt numb from falling asleep in an odd posture.
Her gaze soon rested on the blanket that covered her body. Stunned, she slowly averted her sight in the direction of the bedroom.
Candice expected Alex to be asleep when she entered the bedroom with a thermometer and his medicine. She was shocked to find him still working.
She set the blanket aside and said softly, "Time to take your temperature."
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