Chapter 744
Finally, Joseph had to take a cold shower.
After the cold shower, while lying back on the couch, the thin blanket failed to keep him warm, leading to a night of restless sleep.
The next day, waking up, his throat was a bit sore, and he felt a bit feverish. Rarely getting sick, he actually caught a cold this time.
The next morning at seven o'clock.
Sophia was still asleep, while Cassie was already accustomed to getting up early to prepare breakfast.
Sophia rarely came back to sleep overnight, so she had to prepare something more substantial.
As she passed through the living room, she tried not to look at the figure lying on the couch.
Joseph's cough sounded.
She pretended not to hear and took out a pack of spaghetti from the fridge.
"I have a cold," Joseph's ghostly voice sounded at the door.
She ignored him, afraid that if she turned around, she would remember the embarrassing incident from last night and might not be able to resist kicking him.
"I said I have a cold," Joseph walked up to her and spoke softly again.
"What does your cold have to do with me?" Cassie turned around, staring at him with her big dark eyes, a slight blush still on her pretty, clean cheeks.
Seeing that blush, Joseph's narrow eyes raised slightly, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "It's all because I saw you showering last night, and then I couldn't resist taking a cold shower, and now I have a cold."
They were adults, and Cassie understood why he took a cold shower, but what made her more embarrassed was, "Do you have the right to say that? Who let you barge into my room last night?"
"I was cold, and you didn't give me a blanket, and besides, who let you not close the door?"
"A child is alone outside. Can I close the door with peace of mind?"
Joseph suddenly fell silent, looking at her seriously with his dark eyes. The more they interacted, the more he understood her thoughtfulness.
She was considerate in every aspect, unlike Megan, who could be so careless that Sophia got a fishbone stuck in her throat when she handed her child a piece of fish.
If she became a mother, she would definitely be a good mother.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Cassie felt uncomfortable under his gaze.
His thin lips moved, about to speak, when a tickle sensation came from his throat. He turned his face away, coughing violently.
A warm, snowy white hand suddenly touched his forehead, and Cassie lowered her eyes, "You're a bit feverish."
"Yes," he looked at her pitifully, like a fragile child at this moment.
That look was a bit like when Sophia was sick.
Cassie said, "You should go to the hospital, don't infect Sophia."
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Joseph's handsome face turned pale. He thought she would at least care about his cold, but she was worried about him infecting Sophia.
"Cassie." He gritted his teeth, a complex, frustrated, annoyed, and aggrieved feeling rushing into his heart, making his uncomfortable body sway.
Cassie instinctively reached out to support him and found that his hand was also very hot.
She sighed lightly, feeling helpless, "Forget it, just lie down for now, eat something before taking medicine. Taking medicine on an empty stomach will hurt your stomach."
A few traces of radiance appeared on Joseph's face, "Are you concerned about me?"
At this point, she was still concerned about whether his stomach would be harmed.
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