"If it's true, I'm willing to help you."
On the rooftop, the two women exchanged smiles and shook hands amicably.
A few days later...
"Lancelot, I seem to have a fever. I won't be coming to the office to bring you lunch today," Florence murmured, looking sickly as she lay in bed.
"How did you suddenly get a fever? Did you kick off the quilt again last night?" Lancelot's eyes were full of pampering as he reached out, intending to feel her temperature.
She quickly covered her mouth and nose, waving him off. "No. Stay back! If you catch whatever I have, who's going to cuddle the babies? That would be so pitiful for them."
Lancelot's steps stopped hesitantly at her words, his gaze still tender. "But you look so sick. The nanny can take care of the children. I should take you to the hospi
