Eliana woke up early the next morning. She immediately put her hand over her forehead. Her body temperature had dropped.

She shook her head as she remembered her dream from the night before, wherein Preston had kissed her on the forehead. But when she thought about it, she realized that it was actually Maurice.

Even her dream was hazy.

Eliana sighed.

Suddenly, the door was opened.

Eliana quickly shut her eyes and pretended to sleep. She didn’t want to see Maurice’s face yet, especially when she had just woken up.

“Eliana, are you awake?”

Apparently, it was Maurice’s grandmother.

Eliana couldn’t stay in bed any longer. She quickly opened her eyes and sat up.

“Mrs. Moran, why are you here?”

Eliana was slightly embarrassed. She had adamantly refused to have a relationship with Maurice, but she was in his bed.

“Just lie down. You are still sick.”

that you came. I heard it was Maurice who brought you back in his arms yesterday,” she said warmly,

gave Eliana a playful look,

Moran, you misunderstand,” Eliana said quickly. “Maurice

can definitely tell whether Maurice likes you or not. Where is he,

concerned about

long would it take for

I’m fine now,”

lovingly and said, “Look at you. Your face is thinner. I have made a sandwich and heated

to immediately bring the sandwich and milk to Eliana, not giving

of Nancy, so she just obediently

your breakfast. You young people don’t take getting a cold seriously, but it will harm your health if

to Nancy’s nagging while finishing up

family for the first time

nag at her when she was sick, complaining that she didn’t care about her own health. But no one had ever talked to her in that way since her

of bad luck in the days following

either Maurice who would make things difficult for her or Preston who would bully her. Even when she

like she was back to being a helpless child, tears welling up

Is there any problem? Maurice is entirely to blame. Wait a second.

for everything. In any case, her

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