Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle

The thought occurred to me, but I'm not sure how well I could pull it off.

I suppose it couldn't hurt to try.

The following day, I remained in bed for most of the morning. Normally, I would be awake early so I could work on some paintings in my studio. But today, I was pretending to be incredibly sick so that Elliot would let me miss the gathering happening in a couple of days.

I placed a hot cloth over my face and when I heard the bathroom door opening, I quickly took the cloth off my face and shoved it under my pillow.

When Elliot saw me still in bed, he frowned.

"Why haven't you gotten up yet?" He asked as he finished getting dressed for the day.

"I don't feel so good," I told him, making myself sound sick and pathetic.

His brows furrowed together.

"You were fine yesterday."

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

off yesterday too. But it really got bad today. I think it's getting worse, and I'll probably be sick for at least a week,"

that so?" He asked,

my head; it's very warm,"

forehead, a frown marring his

me and grabbing the

silently cursed myself for not making sure it was completely hidden. He pulled the cloth out and his eyes narrowed at

reason you feel warm? Do you take me as a

my lower lip

put a warm cloth

get you some medicine. I'm sure once you get up and

later, I heard a knock on the door. I sighed and slid out of bed to open it. One of the maids stood on the other side with a glass of water and a medicine bottle.

and closed the door, bummed that my plan

knocked on

"Come in," he said.