The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 73

Aidan

Truth be told, when I walked in on Kenna, I didn't expect to see an angel. The way she stood there confidently in the red lingerie which complimented her tanned skin and highlight her long legs, she was a breathtaking sight. At first I was confused and almost mistaken her as a Victoria's Secret angel; if you get what I mean. By far the only thing that made me forget about the whole stress at work.

From the moment I stepped inside, I was trying hard not to make her notice how my knees were growing weak just by seeing her look back at me; maybe it was my consciousness that kept on reminding me to be sober because I would've never kept my hands away from her if I followed my own lustful thoughts.

My lips curve up into a smile as I take a bite of my pancake, remembering back about last night. Even though we had dinner afterwards, things were pretty awkward between us and somehow quiet because we didn't have much to say—we were just trying to make the silence as our friend.

''Kenna, are you up yet?'' I shout from the kitchen before walking out towards the hallway, gazing to her room; the door closed and not a single sound passing through which confuses me.

Kenna has never been the one to be late for anything, especially work. She might procrastinate here and there but being late for work is so unlike her, she's always punctual. That is one of the things I like about her; it's hard to find someone who can go through the same thing, everyday without complaining because as far as I've been with Kenna . . . she has not complained about her work but then again, she loves her job.

''Kenna . . . are you in there?'' I ask, this time slower as I knock onto her bedroom door.

Sound of coughs are heard from inside the room, making me hold onto the doorknob, realising that it is unlocked as I push the door open; seeing her wrapped around in her comforter like a burrito as she frowns, her nose red and her eyes somehow swollen and a little bit teary.

I immediately make my way towards her before placing the back of my hand on her forehead, feeling a warm sensation creeping up my own skin; instantly making me realise that she's actually unwell. My hand goes down to feel underneath her jaw after pushing her hair away from her face—wiping away the prickling beads of sweat.

''Need . . . to get to work,'' She groans.

''You're not going anywhere,'' I reply before sighing, seeing her blue eyes are droopily piercing into my brown ones; they are red and somewhat tired and instantly, I feel a slight sympathy in my heart, knowing that she's never the one to care for herself even though she's good at caring about other people.

''I'm fine, Aidan.'' She coughs, ''Just let me go to work. I have to get to the hospital,'' The way her voice sounded different than usual, it worries me; knowing that her throat must be sore and swollen, too . . . not just her eyes.

As soon as she sits up straight and starts to get off the bed, her body begins to lose balance; causing her to fall onto the ground but luckily I manage to grab her by the waist, stabilising her feet on the ground than letting her hurt other parts of her body from falling.

''For god's sake, Kenna. Don't be stubborn and listen to me for once,'' I say before placing her onto the bed, letting her lay down; her eyes are closed shut and her eyebrows remain furrowed. ''You have a fever. You can't force yourself,'' I add.

She groans again, ''You don't understand. I have a lot of work to do,''

''I do understand and I'm also worried about your health. You need to know that it's my responsibility to take care of you—how can I just let you off to work when I know that you're not feeling okay? You need to rest,'' I unbutton my sleeves before rolling them up to my elbows, without looking away from her figure which has turned sideways due to the discomfort.