Wayne Bailey's face was frozen from the cold, with furrowed brows that gave him an angry appearance even in his sleep.
Even while asleep, he seemed like a dangerous demon – however, the most handsome demon there was.
Anna Jadwin carefully covered him with a blanket.
The next second, the demon opened his crimson-blue eyes, revealing a triumphant gleam as if he had succeeded in some devious plot.
"You...weren't asleep?" Anna's heart raced, incredulous.
Wayne Bailey grabbed her arm and pulled her into his scorching embrace.
He had a fever, and even though it was cold outside, his whole body felt like a furnace!
"Your fever has gotten worse?" Anna's heart ached as she reached up to touch his forehead.
The searing temperature made her pull her hand back in shock!
Wayne Bailey gripped her waist, not allowing her to escape, and pressed her hand against his furiously thudding chest: "Ignoring my wellbeing wasn't enough? What are you doing now?"
