I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 289

In the living room, Jorrod had already taken off his shirt and was waiting for her.

Sienna didn't waste any time. She bent down, snapped a clear photo of the wound, and forwarded it to Dr. Sterling, who had been waiting on the other end.

Dr. Sterling: [It looks okay. What about his temperature? Any fever?]

Sienna had already reached her bedroom door. She spun back around, clutching her phone with both hands, and asked him, "What about your temperature? Do you feel hotter than usual?"

Jorrod had just grabbed his shirt. Holding it in his hand without putting it on, he paused, then leaned forward bare-chested, presenting his forehead right in front of her face.

"I can't tell. You feel it."

Sienna froze for a second.

That messy head of hair leaned in so obediently that, as if possessed, she actually reached out and touched the man's forehead.

The moment she made contact, Jorrod pressed down slightly, taking an inch where he was given a mile. The soft strands of his hair brushed against her palm, sending a tingling itch through her skin.

Sienna tried to pull her hand back.

But the man was faster, his fingers wrapping firmly around her wrist. "Can't tell?"

He stepped just a half-step closer, eliminating whatever space was left between them. He lowered his head, his breath ghosting over her forehead. His voice was husky, striking directly at her heart in the quiet of the night. "When we were little, the teachers always checked temperatures forehead-to-forehead. That's the most accurate way."

As he spoke, Jorrod actually leaned in.

They were breathtakingly close—so close Sienna could count his thick, lowered eyelashes.

"Sienna, want to try?" His low, resonant voice vibrated against her ear.

She retreated a step, her back hitting the wall.

His forehead and his breath were both scorchingly hot. How could she not feel it?

But she honestly couldn't tell.

She couldn't tell if he was burning up from a fever, or just burning with desire.

Yanking her wrist free, she ducked under his arm and quickly walked to the drawer. She bent down, pulled out a thermometer, and shoved it at him.

"The teachers also said tools are the most accurate. The biggest difference between humans and animals is knowing how to use tools."

Jorrod glanced down at her hand, let out a low scoff, and took it.

It wasn't too bad.

His temperature hovered around ninety-nine degrees Fahrenheit—slightly elevated, but not officially a fever.

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