Chapter 85

Jason studied Grace who was still in a deep slumber. He felt marginally better having had the doctor examine her. But

seeing her so still and lifeless, it was like the vice around his

chest wouldn’t loosen.

“Grace, wake up.”

She didn’t move.

“Sister, you have a fever and you need to take this medicine.”

Still nothing.

He set the glass of water on the table and grabbed the pill. Problem was, he didn’t have enough hands to hold her up, hold the glass and insert the pill into her (m outh).

He tried to coax her once more. “Sister, open your (m outh).” He placed the medicine in his hand by her rather dry lips. “Be good and take the medicine.”

However, she subconsciously pursed her lips tighter. He could not even get the pill in, let alone have her swallow it.

Jason muttered a curse. Her body was hot to the touch and

she’d continue to dehydrate if he couldn’t bring her fever

down. Maybe he should just call an EMT and get her back.

into a hospital ward, at least they’d be able to run an IV and

administer more drugs intravenously.

But even as he thought it, he knew she hated being in the hospital and that such places brought bad memories for her.

so different

sure his voice was soft. Without any of the command or desperation he

up and tilted her head. Holding her gently, he coaxed her (m outh) open with his own lips. He used the tip of

swallow

he took another sip of water and repeated

against his, the feel of

his embrace

wanted more. But given the

woman made him.

burning up with fever, and still he craved her

lips pressed into

mumbled softly, calling

seemed to sense him and gradually opened

Her misty gaze

at that moment. Would she resent that he had kissed her? His heart sank. Had he taken

way?

saw her open her (m outh) and give him a s illy smile. “M om, I’ll be good. I want M om to sleep

not help laughing.

smiled bigger and her big eyes

delirious. The fever confused her enough to have

was

was … not offended, just feeling,

that in fact, it

had passed away

that was like her mother, but the

security and care.

lips subconsciously rose.

lost a mother when we were

We’re truly quite similar.”

with me? I’ll be good. Very, very good…”

the fever.

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