She meant to curse angrily, but her words were laced with sadness and helplessness.
Spencer Sullivan turned his head and saw Yvonne Young hanging her head. Her thick, long lashes blocked her eyes, but he could still see her emotional slump.
He asked, "Your brother can be dumped too?"
What kind of question was that? Could he mock her even in this situation? Yvonne frowned angrily, "It's a shame that a fever of 39.8 degrees didn't kill you."
Just as she placed a fever-reducing patch on Spencer Sullivan's neck, she pinched it hard.
Very forcefully.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Spencer Sullivan frowned with pain and quickly raised his hand to grab Yvonne's hand. Knowing that she must have used her right hand to apply the patch, he yanked her hand with all his existing strength without any hesitation.
Caught off guard, Yvonne toppled onto his body and felt the man's burning flesh through a thin layer of fabric.
