Izaak cupped Gabriella’s face with both hands to claim her mouth again, but he stopped when he noticed the scalding temperature on her skin. He hurriedly covered her forehead with his palm to check once more.
“You have a fever,” Izaak concluded, his eyes softened with worry.
Gabriella felt the temperature on her neck with the back of her hand.
“It’s the rain. I’ll be fine after a nap," she said as if it was nothing to worry about.
She pulled his hand off her forehead but held it tightly and never let go. She wasn’t about to let her sickness shoo away this rare moment when Izaak was so sweet and gentle to her.
Izaak carried her into the bedroom. He carefully laid her down on the bed and rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the kitchen to find an anti-fever medicine.
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