His large hand constantly caressed her cheek, fearful that she might suddenly come down with a fever again.
"Annoying!" Tara Summer still had some energy. She took a breather and, her face reddening, pushed against his solid chest. "Liam Yancey, next time I won't kiss you again!"
She pouted her lips and twisted her body as if trying to escape his embrace.
Seeing her strength was still there, Liam Yancey's mood lightened up. Realizing her health was improving, he propped himself up, no longer pressing against her.
He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, picked her up, and made her sit on his thigh.
Tara calmed down her breathing, she took a moment to rest in his arms and then asked, "Did I have a high fever yesterday?"
Last night she had seen doctors giving her IV drips in a daze. Her body was burning, and she was feeling horrible during that time. Nevertheless, she saw him filled with anxiety, standing by her bedside.
