Everett, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying her care. Aurora had been feeling drained earlier, but strangely enough, being around him now, she didn't feel tired anymore.
Before long, it was dinner time again.
Naturally, she was the one feeding Everett…
Ugh. This whole miserable maid routine—how long was it going to last? Aurora was already plotting in her head: once he ate, she'd lull him to sleep and then figure out her exit strategy.
But Everett seemed to have read her mind. He refused to sleep, staying completely alert. It wasn't until 9 p.m. that he finally started to feel a little drowsy.
His fever had broken, and the IV was done. And now he wanted her to help him change clothes.
"You're about to shower anyway. Why do I need to change you now?" Aurora grumbled.
"Change me now," Everett ordered coldly, like some royal tyrant.
Aurora's scalp tingled with frustration, but she still grabbed a clean black T-shirt and gently lifted his top.
