CLAIRE'S POV
“What are you doing here, Mr. Winslow?” I questioned again but he remained silent.
Maxwell patiently tucked the blanket around me before turning to grab a thermometer from a transparent plastic bag.
I watched how he skillfully set the scale before approaching me. Sitting beside me, he instinctively lifted a corner of the blanket, then hesitated.
Creasing my brows, I wondered why he had stopped.
After a few seconds, Maxwell mumbled softly, “Why don't you check your temperature yourself? I'm not really comfortable doing it.”
I stared at him in daze, confused as to why he'd be uncomfortable with it.
Gradually, I understood what he meant and grabbed the thermometer from him. The moment I did, he turned away.
Quickly I placed the thermometer under my arm and waited. As I wa
