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

made sure his voice was soft. Without any of the

a sip of water. Then he lifted her up and tilted her head. Holding her gently, he coaxed her (m outh) open with his own lips. He used the tip of his tongue to

swallow

took another sip of

the feel of her tongue, it

his embrace and he

course he wanted more. But given the circumstances, that was just a reminder of how

woman made him.

conscious, burning up with fever, and still he

into

softly, calling her

to sense him and gradually

misty gaze landed on

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

way?

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

and could not help laughing. “Grace, it’s

her big eyes

confused her enough

she was

was …

mistake, it dawned on him, that in fact, it was

mother had passed

that was like her mother, but the same

security and care.

subconsciously rose.

another lost a mother when

We’re truly quite similar.”

om, won’t you stay with me? I’ll be good. Very, very good…” Her eyelids were half-open,

the fever.

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