Reborn: Sure to Flirt Me? novel Chapter 86

Looking at the building in front of her, Molly looked back and found that Jonson didn't catch up with her.

Taking a deep breath, Molly raised her hand to look at her red wrist. It hurt a little and might swell up at night.

Molly put her hand on her forehead and sighed helplessly. 'What was going on? Was it a rotten peach blossom?

What's wrong with Jonson? The two of them just met for a few times and didn't talk much. Does he have a crush on me?

What a rotten peach blossom! I haven't got rid of that one yet, but now another one comes. This day...'

Alas! Molly rubbed her wrist and sighed again.

Thinking of Jonson's attitude towards Allen, Molly's face darkened again. She had thought that there was something wrong with Jonson's attitude towards Allen, but she didn't expect that Jonson would think so.

Molly had already walked to the front of the building. She calmed down, pulled down her sleeve to cover the red mark, and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by the maid who took care of Allen. Seeing that it was Molly, the maid greeted her in a hurry.

Molly nodded with a smile and looked for Allen in the room.

Normally, if Allen heard that Molly came, he should have run downstairs soon, even on the second floor. But now, Molly hadn't seen Allen yet.

'Did she come at a bad time? Did Allen go out?

No, Allen wouldn't go out except for looking for her.'

Confused, Molly turned around and asked the maid who was pouring water for her, "Isn't Allen at home?"

The maid quickly put down the glass in her hand and answered, "Mr. Allen is at home. He went upstairs after lunch. He might have fallen asleep."

"Well, I'll go upstairs to see him. You don't have to be busy." Molly took a sip of water and felt a little thirsty after running for a while.

By the way, the maid brought him some food from the kitchen. After taking it, Molly carried it upstairs.

Probably as the maid said, Allen felt a little sleepy after lunch and went upstairs to rest. Molly knocked at his door several times, but no one opened it. Helpless, she had to ask the maid to bring the key to open the door.

The maid looked a little hesitant, but Molly was not angry, which was what she wanted to see. The maid hesitated for a moment, indicating that she still treated Allen as her employer, much better than those who didn't take him seriously at all. So she said with a smile, "It's Okay. Take it over, I will tell him later."

Then the maid took out a set of keys and opened the door of Allen's room.

Molly asked the maid to go downstairs. She walked into the room with the things in her hands.

Sure enough, she saw a bulge in the quilt. Allen was sleeping soundly on his side.

Molly put the things in her hands aside and walked to the bedside. Looking at Allen who huddled up, she smiled.

As Molly tucked him in, she murmured, "Don't sleep for the whole afternoon. It's not easy for me to find time to look for you. If you keep sleeping, it's really not beautiful."

After that, she reached out and touched Allen's sleeping red face. Now she felt something wrong.

The temperature is a little high, isn't it?

After thinking for a while, Molly put her hand on Allen's forehead and put the other hand on herself forehead.

"Ah! It's so hot. He must have a fever. "

Molly felt that Allen's forehead was as hot as a stove.

Taking her hand back, Molly frowned. He had a fever and was sleeping alone in his room. If she hadn't come here today, would someone find that he was sick until night?

After thinking for a while, Molly remembered that there should be a medicine box in Allen's room. If there was a thermometer, she wanted to take a temperature first to see how many degrees.

It was not difficult to find the first aid kit, but Molly found it soon. She went back to the bedside, sat on the head of the bed and called Allen softly.

"Allen, Allen, wake up. Let's take your temperature first."

Feeling a little noisy, Allen was a little unhappy. He raised the quilt and buried himself in it.

Holding the thermometer in her hand, Molly stood still, not knowing whether to cry or to laugh. Looking at the person who was still in the quilt, she put the thermometer on the bedside table and reached out to pull Allen's quilt.

"Allen, get up quickly. Let me see if you have a fever. Get up quickly and go to bed later!"

It was not easy for her to get Allen out of the quilt, and she was also tired with sweat all over her body. Looking at the person who was still sitting at the head of the bed in a daze, she took the thermometer and put it into his armpit.

Perhaps it was because of the cold thermometer that Allen shivered, but he woke up.

He was surprised and pleased to see Molly sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Molly, why are you here?"

"Don't move! The thermometer is going to drop! " Molly hurriedly stopped him from moving. She didn't explain until she made sure that the thermometer was still in his armpit.

"I'm free today. I come to see you. Are you happy?"

"Yes!" After saying that, he grinned.

At the same time, Molly also noticed his hoarse voice. She quickly poured him a glass of warm water and told him to drink slowly.