Chapter 391
Chapter 391
Joan scared herself by going into another room.
Ste fidgeted as she sat on Weston‘sp, feeling his body‘s warmth even through their clothes. “You‘re
really very warm. Why don‘t you take your temperature properly?” “Haven‘t I already done that a couple
of times?”
Ste was speechless.
She recalled those few attempts at taking his temperature, which was probably inurate because
Weston refused to cooperate. “You‘re no longer a child. Why are you being so difficult when ites to
taking your temperature? If you don‘t do it properly this time, I won‘t bother with you anymore.” She
heard a low chuckleing from him. “I got it.”
He even tried to make himself sound obedient and pliant.
A few minutester, Weston proactively handed his thermometer to her. “Does it look urate this time?”
Ste looked at the window and reported, “102, almost 104 degrees.” She was slightly taken aback.
“Didn‘t I put a cool towel on your forehead just now to lower your temperature? Why did your fever
worsen...” Weston was slightly annoyed and ced the thermometer at the side. He pulled Ste back
into his arms. “I‘m fine.” “You‘re burning up and still dare to say you‘re fine?” “Are you worried about me?”
Weston rubbed the tip of his nose against her ear. Even with such subtle movements, Ste could feel
the heat emanating from his body. “No, I‘m just worried that your family mighte looking for me and
hold me ountable if you were to turn silly from your fever.”
“Then you shall be held ountable,” Weston said casually. Ste knew it was just a passing remark
and disregarded it. “If you continue having a fever, how will you go to work tomorrow?‘ “Still insisting
you‘re not worried about me? Hmm?” Falling sick wasn‘t a big deal for Weston. He seldom fell ill, but if
falling ill meant he could see Ste getting worried for him, it didn‘t seem like a bad idea.
Ste remained silent.
Was she worried about him?
She didn‘t exactly feel worried. If it were in the past, she would probably be panicking, seeing how high
his fever had gotten. However, she didn‘t feel anything much now, except for mild concern.
If something really were to happen to him, she was more concerned that Guinevere might create trouble
for her.
“Let‘s continue watching the movie.”
He could sense Ste getting distracted with her thoughts again and caressed her head. “I‘ll be fine after
a night‘s rest.”
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Then shouldn‘t you go to bed early?” “It‘s still early now.” “Whatever it is, you‘re sick now. It‘s always
ideal for getting more rest.” “I can‘t fall asleep right now,” Weston cut her off. “Isn‘t it good that I watch a
movie with you? I might get really busy in the time toe.” “That‘s fine. I’m about to join the crew and
be busy, too.” Weston tightened his hold over her and rested his chin on her head. “Do you really
want to so badly?” Ste sensed a sudden change in his tone and turned around to look at him. “You‘ve
already promised to let me stay on the crew and finish my role. You can‘t go back on your word.” “I
haven‘t even said anything, and here you are getting worried,” Weston pinched her cheeks. “Did I say
anything about not letting you act?” “What you said just now made me worried that you‘d break your
promise.”
“I‘ll never break my promise to you.” Ste remained silent, but the look of sarcasm in her eyes was not
lost on him.
Weston turned her head around. “Except for letting you go.”
“Whatever it is, you just need to remember our one–year timeline.” His face darkened. “The Ste Sealey
of the past would never keep harping on the same thing.” She wouldn‘t have tried to keep leaving him,
either. Ste didn‘t say anything further and took a deep breath. “If you don‘t like it, I won‘t say it again.”
“Good.” Weston leaned in and kissed her on the lips. “Stay by my side, Ste. I‘ll give you everything you
want.“