Natalie was aghast. For a second, she couldn't find her voice. She sat there, her mind blank like her system had shut down.Seeing this, Rowan immediately explained, "No, wait. I wasn't being clear. I meant to say that I wanted to adopt a kid."Natalie heaved a sigh of relief. Only then did she realize a thin layer of sweat had broken out over her forehead, and the same went for her palms. She'd been shocked—that much was certain. She thought Rowan had wanted to suggest that she bear him a child.However, she was curious why a man of his background and status would choose to adopt a child who had no blood relation to him instead of siring one.Natalie's gaze trailed down his torso and rested three inches below his abdomen. Could it be? Her eyes widened in both disbelief and amazement.Rowan followed her gaze and immediately understood what she was thinking. "I—"Before he could correct her, she interrupted him, "No need to explain. I understand perfectly. Don't worry. Your secret
Natalie blushed. Rowan was certainly generous to put his body on display like that. Wasn't he worried she might get any funny ideas? She repeated, "Are you done changing?"Rowan hummed in response, and only then did she whirl to face him. She entered the room and slowly approached him. "Take your meds. Then, lie down and get some sleep."He obediently took the medicine she handed him, swallowed the pills, and then lay on the bed. He gazed up at her. "You're not leaving?"If she were honest, she had debated between leaving and staying to look after him. She picked the latter in the end, for no reason other than to repay his favor. After all, he'd looked after her the same way before.Natalie countered, "I hope I'm not imposing."Rowan's eyes lit up. "Not at all. If anything, I'd be the one imposing on you, Ms. Sutton."She perched on the couch, taking her gaze off Rowan. She fished out her phone and saw the updates from Malcolm about Edmund's mentee, who also happened to be the
Long, slender fingers twined around Natalie's wrist, bringing with them a familiar warmth that she'd come to associate with Rowan. However, she couldn't help noticing that his temperature ran a little higher than usual.Before she could ask him about his sudden gesture, Rowan brought her hand to his forehead. "I don't feel so good. Can you feel my temperature?"Natalie gaped at him speechlessly but did as she was told anyway. The last time he took a gunshot and came down with an unrelenting fever, his temperature had been around 98°F or 99°F.But Landon had told her that Rowan's temperature usually ran lower than the average person's. On a good day, his body temperature would register as 93°F. In his case, 98°F was considered a high fever.Alarmed, Natalie shot him a frantic look. "Why are you burning up? I'll take you to the hospital right away."She recalled the elevator incident when Rowan's condition had flared up, and worry began gnawing at her. However, Rowan turned down her
Natalie cursed herself and her stomach for the embarrassing defeat.In the end, she pulled up outside a delicatessen with Rowan. One might say it was a delicatessen, but it was more of a small restaurant that served up a seasonal menu wholly decided by the head chef.However, Natalie hadn't expected many customers dining in the joint at midnight. Judging by the crowd, most of them were white-collar types who had just gotten off late shifts, seeking hearty meals to comfort themselves after a long day."Perhaps such pleasures are the meaning of life," Natalie thought.She sat down on a seat, and Rowan took the one beside her. At the same time, he shrugged off his black jacket, and only then did she notice the left shoulder of his white shirt was soaked through.She recalled how he'd tipped the umbrella toward her side during their short walk in the rain earlier. A strange feeling seized her.While waiting for their food, Natalie and Rowan accidentally made eye contact several times
The black umbrella shielded Natalie entirely, blocking out the light just as the man stopped beside her. She cast him a sidelong glance, appraising him. "What are you doing here, Mr. Mattel?"Rowan held up the umbrella with one hand and shoved the other into his pocket, assuming a casual stance.Their paces matched as they strolled away from the cottage, and he said nonchalantly, "I was running an errand when I passed by and saw your car parked at the roadside. I figured I'd check it out, but I didn't think you'd actually be here."What kind of an errand could make him come out in this gloomy weather? The question weighed like a stone on Natalie's mind.More importantly, why would he be running an errand in the countryside, where no activity existed within a five-mile radius? Natalie added that to her growing list of questions.Having exited Edmund's yard, Natalie and Rowan milled through the country streets. Perhaps it was the rain, but Natalie thought it was oddly romantic, if n
"Everyone knows I have an illness, but they don't know what it is. I'm what you youngsters might describe as a lunatic who could snap at any given moment," Daisy said with a self-deprecating smile. "I was fine before I found out about my husband's affair with his student."I believed I'd married for love and that I was the luckiest woman in the world…"Daisy and Edmund went to the same college, though the former specialized in pediatrics while the latter was devoted to his cardiovascular and cerebrovascular research. Ironically, Daisy didn't have children despite being an excellent pediatrician.They'd gotten tests and realized Daisy couldn't have children. She'd considered divorcing Edmund when they were young, believing she shouldn't hold him back for life.However, he'd insisted they stay married and even told her that if things ever came down to it, he'd choose her over having children without hesitation.After that, Daisy thought things through and chose to stay married. Edmu