Everett, determined to maintain hisposure, headed straight to the shower the moment he entered the guest room. He needed to cool down, both physically and mentally, fearing he might lose his calm demeanor around Dorothy.


    Dorothy, true to her word, remained absolutely silent. She didn''t make a sound, going so far as to mute her phone early on. She knew Everett wanted peace and quiet, and she was determined to give it to him to avoid giving him any reason to send her out of the room.


    After his shower, Everett, while drying his hair, naturally nced at the lump under the bed covers. Was she asleep? He paused, then walked over to check. Dorothy appeared to be sleeping, and that was a relief for him. It meant he didn''t have to keep up the act any longer.


    After changing into his pajamas, Everett had just settled into bed when he felt a small hand tentatively touch him. In the dimly lit room, he could almost feel Dorothy''s gaze on him. She didn''t say a word, just ced a hand on his waist, not daring toe any closer.


    What Dorothy didn''t realize was how difficult this was for Everett, who had been abstaining for a while. He didn''t want to miss out on his "exercise," not even for a day. But for now, he had to resist.


    "Stop," he said coldly, making Dorothy quickly retract her hand. She wanted to apologize but remembered his desire for silence and swallowed her words. Everett, facing away from her, clenched his jaw, trying to distract himself. He thought about maybe taking another cold shower or dealing with things himself in the bathroom.


    But Dorothy just wouldn''t sleep. Without even turning around, Everett knew she was awake and watching him. Eventually, he couldn''t take it anymore.


    "Can''t you just sleep?" he blurted out.


    Dorothy, startled, responded, "I didn''t make a sound. Am I still bothering you?"


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    "Alright, I''ll sleep now," she said hurriedly, unsure if he was annoyed since she couldn''t see his expression, and promptly closed her eyes. But sleep was far from her. Her eyes were shut, but her ears were keenly tuned to Everett''s increasingly heavy breathing, which indicated difort like he was unwell.


    Carefully, Dorothy reached out to touch Everett. His skin felt warm.


    "Everett... are you running a fever?"


    "Just sleep," he replied.


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    No sooner had she finished speaking than Everett turned to face her directly.


    "I told you to be quiet. Speak again, and you''re out."


    "I won''t say anything," Dorothy quickly zipped her lips.


    Then Everett''s breathing grew heavier He tried to get out of bed, and Dorothy immediately followed.


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    "Should I call a doctor?" she asked.


    "Don''t talk," he replied.


    "You''re clearly pushing yourself!


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    Everett suddenly turned to look at her.


    "Help me?"


    "Yes! How could I possibly harm you? You seem like you''re running a fever."


    Abruptly, he grabbed her wrist. "Do you even know what I want?"