On rainy days, Scarlett always fell asleep easily, but tonight was an exception.
Maybe it was because Raymond was downstairs. She lay on the bed for a long time but couldn't fall asleep.
She had gone upstairs for two hours. She didn't know i f he had left or not. If he didn't leave and lay on the couch with a fever of 39.6°C, he might be an airhead because of the fever.
She couldn't bear to see him become an airhead. She tossed and turned for a while. Then she got up and said, "Hilla, turn on the lights."
The lights were turned on immediately. The room was as bright as daytime.
She put on a sweater casually and went downstairs again.
It was quiet in the large living room. If she hadn't walked towards the couch, she would have thought that Raymond had left.
The porridge on the table was covered with the lid. She didn't know if he had eaten it or not.
He leaned against the couch and closed his eyes. It seemed that he had fallen asleep.
Two hours ago, his face was pallor, but now it turned red slightly.
She frowned and raised her hand to touch his forehead.
She was surprised by his temperature. When she was about to withdraw her hand, he grabbed her hand suddenly.
He grabbed her hand tightly. She was surprised by his palm's temperature.
She tried to withdraw her hand but failed.
She frowned and called his name, "Raymond?"
He still didn't wake up but frowned and opened his mouth slightly.
It seemed that he was saying something, but she couldn't hear clearly.
"Raymond?"
She called him again. As soon as she finished speaking, he pulled her into his arms suddenly.
His body temperature was so high. When she put one hand against his chest to stay away from him, he said i n a low voice, "Scarlett, don't leave me."
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