A day apart felt like three autumns had passed.
Camila Walker was slightly surprised, she peeked out from the quilt a little, "Clayton Howard?"
Clayton Howard extended His hand, gently brushing over her slightly reddened cheeks, indeed they still felt a bit hot.
"Are you still feeling very unwell?" he asked softly, his eyes filled with concern.
Camila Walker didn't pay attention to His question, because she was puzzled by why he appeared in her room?
"You, how did you come to My House?"
He looked at her deeply, feeling that this question didn't require an answer, His presence was self-explanatory.
"Where did You go last night? Why did You catch a cold from the rain?" He remembered what Angela Reid had said, She returned Home only at Twelve o'clock Deep night; what could have made One Woman come Home alone at such a late hour?
He didn't mention it, but she suddenly remembered a bit herself.
It was actually because of Him that she got caught in the rain and fell ill...
