Go Away, I’m A Billionairess Now

Chapter 135 Should I Hold You?

The illness made Samara’s reaction a lot slower. She looked up at Roland in front of her. The sunlight that came in just happened to shine on his face, giving him an inexplicable gentleness.

Roland saw that she was looking at him and did not move. He held a spoon and touched her lips.

Samara came back to her senses and opened her mouth, eating the spoonful of soup.

He was right, and it was not hot.

This cold was so abrupt that Samara felt very uncomfortable. She was still muddled. After opening her mouth and drinking the soup that Roland fed her, she no longer acted sentimentally.

The room was very quiet. Neither of them spoke. Roland fed her soup with a spoon. It was not until the bowl of soup was finished that Samara said, “Thank you.”

Probably because of the fever, Samara’s face was a little red. Her eyes were listless, which narrowed the distance between

them.

Roland clicked his tongue, raised his hand, and placed it on her head. He rubbed it. “There’s no need to thank me. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Samara was burning. Her entire body was hot. When his hand landed on her head, she could feel the heat from his palm.

She drank a bowl of soup and regained some spirit. She stubbornly shook her head. “I’m not going to the hospital. I’ve already bought a fever reducer online.”

she finished speaking, there was a knock

on the door was the delivery man. Roland threw the bag into the trash can.

go to the

down, staring straight at Samara with a half–smile. “Should I hold

two of them looked at each other for a few seconds, and in the end, Samara was

tears came out of her eyes, and she instantly gave

going to

smiled. He looked at

still cold in Chicago in March, and there were not many people in the hospital who had

and Roland arrived at the hospital, it was the hospital’s break time.

a break. I’ll be fine after I go back and take

been good. This time, she suddenly fell ill. It was

her senses,

very afraid of seeing a doctor?” Roland turned to

be afraid of

her nose was so stuffy that she

“Oh.”

called a number

lit up. The two men looked at each other and said nothing, but it seemed that they guessed

his gaze and looked at Samara. “Is Ms. Novak feeling

my nose is stuffed.