Emma’s POV
The door opened, and he stepped into the room. Our gazes met, and I frowned and looked away. Memories of what happened the night before played in my head, and I wondered what he was here for.
“How are you?” He asked in the softest voice I have ever heard him use, but He got no response from me.
I saw him come closer to me, took the seat beside me, and then his eyes were fixed on me. “Are you doing better now?” He asked, concerned, and still got no response from me.
I heard him release a soft sigh before he spoke again. “You had a fever and went unconscious. Do you still feel discomfort?” He asked, and still got no response from me. I hated the way he was acting so caring all of a sudden.
“When you were experiencing the fever, why didn’t you ring the bell and call for the at
