I should’ve listened to Adrian.
Unfortunately—
I was stubborn professionally.
And romantically.
And medically, apparently.
Because despite Adrian forcing me to take a warm shower after the rain in Singapore…
Despite him wrapping me in blankets afterward…
Despite him practically shoving hot tea down my throat while glaring at me like I personally offended his immune system…
I still got sick.
Very sick.
Violently sick.
The kind of sick where even blinking felt exhausting.
Which was unfair because I looked cute in Singapore rain.
Suffering should’ve been illegal after that.
Yet somehow
there I was the next morning sitting inside my office at Voss Industries feeling like my soul had left my body spiritually overnight.
Everything hurt.
My throat hurt.
My head hurt.
My body hu
