Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1692

"Kurt!"

Ebony Fox patted his face hard, unable to tell if he was faking it.

After all, this bastard had more schemes than hairs on his head, as cunning as a fox.

He and Shanley Schwartz—one old fox, one young fox.

A whole family of foxes.

Kurt weakly opened his eyes, which were entirely bloodshot, his lips pale.

"I'm sick." Clinging to his sanity, Kurt made sure to shift the blame to gain sympathy before passing out again. "I think I caught it taking care of you. You have to take responsibility."

As his words fell.

He completely passed out at Ebony Fox's feet, dead to the world.

Caught it from her?

Ebony Fox remembered how meticulously he had cared for her the day before.

The viral flu was indeed quite severe, so it wasn't surprising he got infected.

If he was sick, he should go to the hospital.

She wasn't a doctor.

"Kurt?"

Ebony Fox nudged his leg with her foot, finding zero response.

She was genuinely afraid he might die right here.

Left with no choice, Ebony Fox crouched down, draped his arm over her shoulder, and dragged him toward the guest room.

She threw him onto the bed.

She still had the fever medication Kurt had bought last time. Ebony Fox poured a glass of warm water. "Open your mouth. Take your meds."

Kurt didn't react.

Ebony Fox frowned, forcefully pinching his jaw open, and poured the pills and water down his throat.

"Cold."

Kurt furrowed his brow, shifting uncomfortably.

Ebony Fox had no choice but to grab her own blanket and drape it over him.

Seeing him settle down, Ebony Fox turned to leave.

Just then.

Kurt mumbled something in his daze. Ebony Fox didn't catch it and paused for a few seconds.

Then she heard it clearly.

He was calling her name—Ebony Fox.

Hearing her name, Ebony Fox's heart skipped a beat as impulse and rationality engaged in a fierce, chaotic battle.

It was impossible.

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