CHAPTER 49. HURT
HARA
“Are you alright?“ Jason was all over me, asking questions and scrutinizing my body. “Do you need anything? Why don't you allow me help you out of this wet duvet? Get you something warmer,“
For someone who has been perfectly ignored since we came into my apartment, he was still asking lots of questions. Wasn't it obvious enough that I don't wanna talk to him?
“You're gonna catch a cold. Hold on, let me make you a cup of coffee,“ He stood from his crouched posture and was gonna head into my kitchen.
“Don't you dare,“ I seethed out feverishly. My teeth were clattering from the cold that had sprawled goosebumps to all parts of my body. But I'd rather die from the cold than drink anything he makes.
He looked at me confusingly, “What?“
“Don't act like you have any
