Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 80

"Madam, what are you doing here?"

The silent, gloomy garage was suddenly shattered by that voice, nearly giving me a heart attack.

Startled, I swiftly turned around only to find Zora, clad in her thin nightgown, standing right behind me. I

hadn't heard a thing.

My mind went blank for a moment.

Damn it!

Immediately, I collapsed onto the seat, panting heavily as I patted my chest, trying to calm my racing

heart.

Frowning hard, I glared at her and asked, "What the hell are you doing? Creeping around like a ghost,

without making a single sound. You could scare someone to death, do you know that?"

I closed my eyes, my mind racing on how to handle this tricky situation.

Zora looked taken aback by my sudden outburst, her mouth opening and closing without making a

sound.

"Why are you skulking around in the middle of the night, were you following me?" I accused her before

she could say anything. She was left speechless.

"I... I saw you... and followed you down," she stammered, clearly caught off guard.

I gave her a stern look, then got up and tidied up the messy car. On my way out, I quickly grabbed a

box of medicine and a thermometer from the compartment in the car.

Without a word, I locked the car and headed back to the house. Although I acted nonchalantly, my

heart was pounding. How did she know I was leaving the house and why did she follow me here? If she

reports this to Jaylan, it will undoubtedly arouse his suspicions.

I glanced at the medicine box in my hand and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Tylenol, probably bought

by Jaylan during the recent flu season. Luckily, it came in handy now.

Zora followed me back to the house. I turned to her, coldly ordering, "Get me a glass of water!"

She looked at me confusedly, but fetched a glass of water and followed me. As she came in, I opened

the thermometer case, held it up to the light, then crawled next to Jaylan. I adjusted his face and put

the thermometer into his mouth.

Zora watched, completely taken aback. "Is... is Mr. Dawson ill?" she stammered.

I snapped at her, "What else could it be?"

"I... I didn't mean to follow you. I just saw you going out in the middle of the night..." Zora tried to

explain.

"You need to get something straight, Zora. This is my house, and I can go wherever I want, whenever I

want. But you, skulking around in the middle of the night, following me - what's your game? Is there

something wrong with me going out in the middle of the night?" I pressed her hard, "Can't I move

around freely in my own house?"

Zora looked taken aback, without any room to argue.

"I... I will leave now," she said, clearly embarrassed. But as she turned to leave, I immediately stopped

her, "Hold on!"

She turned to me, clearly puzzled.

"Check his temperature for me, and help me get him to take this medicine," I commanded coldly.

After a while, I took out the thermometer and checked it against the light. Zora asked anxiously, "What's

the reading?"

Feigning concern, I replied, "102.2°F. It's way too high."

"But what should we do? Madam, shouldn't we take him to the hospital?" Zora suggested, clearly

worried.

I shot her a stern look and she froze.

I motioned her to hand over the medicine. She quickly handed me the Tylenol I'd brought from the car.

After reading the instructions, I took out two pills and urged her to hand over the water. Carefully, I held

up Jaylan's head, forced open his shut mouth, and fed him the pills with the water.

Through his grogginess, he struggled a bit. I softly reassured him, "Don't move, your fever is too high.

You need to take the medicine."

I put on a convincing act, secretly feeling glad that Jaylan had fallen ill that night. Otherwise, I would

have been in a tight spot.

After he swallowed the medicine, I noticed Zora checking the thermometer.

Keeping up the act, I laid Jaylan back on the pillow, touching my forehead to his, and sighed.

Then I got up, holding the glass of water, and walked out, telling Zora casually, "You should get some

rest. And don't skulk around like that again. It's terrifying." Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

She meekly followed me out of the room, heading to her own room as I went downstairs.

As I descended the stairs, I noticed her door was tightly shut. I quickly took out a box of fever reducers

from the first aid kit and tucked it into my clothes...