Perhaps because she was sick, Zoe Rhodes didn't sleep well that night.
Just before dawn, she vaguely heard footsteps by her bed.
The person came and went, back and forth, again and again. The noise was so disruptive that she had no choice but to open her eyes.
In the faint glow of the nightlight, she groggily saw a figure moving by her bed. The person was slightly bent over, their side turned to her, and she couldn't tell what they were looking at.
Donovan was reading the instructions for the fever reducer.
He hadn't expected Zoe Rhodes's fever to return just before dawn. Fortunately, the doctor had prescribed some medicine, so she should be fine after taking it.
He didn't have much experience taking care of people, so for now, he could only learn as he went, one step at a time.
After pouring the powder into a cup, he tested the temperature. It didn't seem too hot.
He turned around, and just as he was about to wake her, he looked down and met a pair of hazy eyes.
"..."
