EVA’S POV
Once I came into the room, I saw beads of sweat on his forehead. He was definitely having a fever. He was shaking as he dragged the duvet closer to himself.
"Mom, I think his body is hot." Lorenzo took my hand and placed it on Dante's forehead. It was very hot.
"I think you have a cold and fever," I said to Dante, and he simply nodded. Seeing him look this weak was a very different perspective for me. He looked different from the powerful soon-to-be mayor who was on almost every billboard in the city.
I sat on a chair close to his bed. "I do think you need to remove that duvet. If you're this hot, then you shouldn't be covering up yourself. We don't want you having convulsions." I said and removed the duvet from his body.
"Grazie," he thanked me in the Italian language in a
