"Give me the ice bag." Chester Yale didn't pay attention to the doctor nearby, and directly took the ice bag from the nurse and sat down beside Evelyn Sherman.
Gently aligning her palm-sized face, he made her lie flat on the sickbed, then put the ice bag on her forehead.
"Hmm..." the cold touch made Evelyn resist a bit, drowsily reaching for her forehead.
"Behave and sleep, don't move around." Chester caught her hand, pulled it into his embrace, and didn't let her touch her head.
Evelyn couldn't grab her head, so her little head started rubbing against him restlessly.
Chester quickly hugged her tightly and gritted his teeth, "Evelyn, don't move around!"
As if knowing she was being scolded, the previously struggling girl suddenly calmed down, sniffled pitifully,
and obediently leaned against him to sleep.
Indulging in his warm embrace, she mumbled, "Chester, I feel bad..."
"..." Chester's palm tightened, his dark eyes filled with an indescribable shock.
