Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3327

Norah was taken aback by his sudden change in attitude. She paused for a moment before muttering, "As long as you know you were wrong. I forgive you for what happened earlier."

She pulled out a fever reducer and let out a soft sigh. "Thank God my grandmother had someone prepare a fully stocked medical kit for me."

Her grandmother had even written down the effects and dosages of each medication on sticky notes. Norah had double-checked them a few times just now; it should be fine.

She got up, brought a glass of warm water from the kitchen, and handed the pills to Gonzalez. "I just called Dr. Campbell. He said you probably caught a chill. Take these first. If your fever doesn't break, we're going to the hospital."

Gonzalez looked at the pills in front of him and frowned. "Aren't you going to take my temperature first?"

"Do I need to? You feel like a furnace!" To be sure, Norah pressed a hand to his forehead again, then touched her own. "No need," she declared confidently. "You definitely have a fever."

He still resisted. "I really don't need pills. I'll just drink some water and sleep it off."

"No way. You have to take them!" The girl stubbornly held the medicine out to him.

Gonzalez still didn't move.

Norah tilted her head, looking at him in confusion. "Are you... afraid of taking pills?"

His dark eyes locked onto hers. He let out a scoff, snatched the pills from her hand, tossed them into his mouth, and washed them down with a huge gulp of water.

His tense demeanor made Norah want to laugh.

So this big, tough man was actually scared of swallowing a few pills!

But considering he was sick, she decided not to tease him.

Norah turned to clean up the boxes on the coffee table. Just as she was about to put them back into the kit, she noticed the text on the back of one box. She looked back at Gonzalez and asked, "A rectal suppository... What does that mean?"

Gonzalez froze. The color drained from his face as he suddenly bent over, practically trying to gag himself.

Norah burst into a fit of laughter, doubling over with amusement.

Gonzalez grabbed her arm and yanked her down, rolling over to pin her beneath him on the sofa. His expression was utterly dark. "Norah, did you do that on purpose?"

"Mhm."

His heavy, congested hum rumbled above her head, thickening the intimate tension in the air.

Norah gripped the fabric of his shirt at his back, curling into his embrace as dependently as Circe the cat, and closed her eyes.

Although the sofa was wide, they still had to hold each other tightly to fit side by side. Circe lay perched on the backrest, watching the two of them. She let out a low meow before dozing off in peace.

Norah didn't know when she drifted off. She was sleeping soundly when she suddenly jolted awake. For a fleeting second, her eyes were filled with confusion, but as she felt the heavy arm locked around her waist, she remembered exactly where she was.

Gonzalez had fallen asleep, too.

Norah reached out a hand and felt his forehead. He had sweat it out; the fever was gone.

Afraid he might catch another chill, she wanted to fetch a blanket for him. But the moment she tried to sit up, he pulled her right back down. His grip tightened as he nuzzled his forehead against her cheek and whispered hoarsely in her ear.

"Norah, don't go."