Perhaps this was my last attempt to hold on. If I succeeded, I could abandon my carefully prepared study abroad plans without a second thought.
As Orion helped me, limp as a rag doll, out of the taxi and stumbled with me back home, the commotion alerted the housekeeper who rushed out. "Mr. Kane, what happened to Ms. Blackwood?" she exclaimed worriedly.
Orion gently settled me on the sofa. "Chloe, would you please make some hangover soup?" he asked.
He then turned to leave. I wanted to grab him, to make him stay, but I held back.
It wasn't long before he returned, a basin of water in hand. He soaked a towel and began to wipe my face.
In my daze, this familiar scene brought back memories of when I had a high fever as a child, and he took care of me by my bedside, never leaving my side.
