Her thoughts were still all over the place when Weston said, âYou still have a mild fever.â
He kept the thermometer away. âThe family doctor will be here later.â
âThereâs no need to go to such trouble.â Stella furrowed her brows. âIâm fine now.â
She looked at the clock and noticed that it was in the wee hours of the morning.
If the family doctor were to come, Joan probably wouldnât have much time to rest.
âLetâs not bother others...â
âHave you ever considered the fact that they might be very happy to be bothered?â
Weston lifted his hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. âIf they werenât bothered, the family doctor wouldnât have a reason to exist, and I wouldnât need to hire Joan at such a high salary. Theyâd be out of a job if you donât have any needs.â
His words rendered Stella speechless.
Perhaps she was still not completely alert yet because of her mile fever. She pulled the sheets high up and wriggled in. âI want to sleep and donât want to see anyone else...â
His eyes shifted. âYouâre an adult, but youâre still afraid to see the doctor?â
Stella shook her head.
She was just worried about injections.
She hated injections .
Even though she didnât say it out loud, Weston knew what she was thinking and rubbed her head affect ionately. âDonât worry. Heâll just be here to do a checkâup.â
Nonetheless, Stella refused to believe him. âYouâre lying just so Iâll be fooled into getting an injection...â
Weston stared at her before lowering his head in a chuckle.
âWhat are you laughing at?â Stella asked, upset.
âNothing.â Weston rubbed her head again and stood up to leave.
When he returned, a firstâaid kit was in his hand.
Stella saw him sit by the bedside , where he unwrapped her sheets and pulled out her leg.
She quickly held his wrist down. âWhat are you trying to do?â
Weston didnât look at her. Instead, he placed her leg on his knees.
âYour footâs injured. If I donât treat it, you might not even be able to walk tomorrow.â
Stella was stunned for a moment as she followed his gaze and saw a tiny blister on her foot. A strange feeling occurred in her heart.
He had managed to discover such a small injury on her foot.
She had dressed up magnificently for the banquet , and Bradley and Angelina were both impressed by how stunning she looked. Yet, she was the only one who knew how painful the heels were for her feet.
Before her parents passed away, she had been doted on like a princess and was never willing to try out such things that made her uncomfortable.
Subsequently, she was so consumed with making a living for herself and Roger that she found herself no time to dress up.
Things like high heels that were beautiful but impractical were not things she could be bothered with.
Stella had thought that she disguised herself very well, yet Weston could still sense it.
She pressed his hand down to stop him. âLet me do it myself.â
She retracted her legs to avoid his touch.
Weston furrowed his brows, dissatisfied with her actions. He almost forcefully pried his hand away from hers.â Youâre still running a fever.â
Her cheeks were still slightly flushed.
Weston easily overcame her weak struggles and placed her leg back on his knees. He lowered his head and focused on treating her blister.
He moved carefully and delicately, cautious about treating it well.
Stella was resistant at first, and her face was tensed up. Moments later, she found herself lowering her g She didnât know what ointment Weston had applied on her. It felt cold at first but heated up on her skin quickly after.
His slightly coarse fingers rubbed gently around the blister on her ankle, which made the pain in that area more bearable for Stella, although it still felt slightly uncomfortable.
Weston saw her relax and lifted his head to look into her eyes. âFeeling better?â
Stella could see her own reflection in his eyes and nodded her head in a daze.
âYes.â
Weston lowered his head again, focussing on rubbing the ointment on the ankle.