Chapter 89 What Do You Have To Explain?
Peyton was confused. Kevin had just been smiling and offering to get seafood for her, what had
happened?
She quickly asked about Kevinâs whereabouts and rushed over.
Kevin was leaning weakly on the sofa, his fair complexion flushed, and even his voice had become as
soft as a kittenâs. He looked at her pleadingly with his clean black eyes.
âPeyton, I was so hot.â
Peyton reached out and touched Kevinâs forehead, finding it burning hot.
âWhat else besides having a fever is bothering you?â
Kevin blew the wind for a while, even if he caught a cold, it wouldnât come so quickly unless he had
some underlying illness.
As a medical student, Peyton immediately thought about her
profession. She quickly searched in her mind for possible symptoms of acute fever.
Kevin untied his bowtie and impatiently unbuttoned the collar, revealing the clean Adamâs apple of the
young man.
Kevin covered Peytonâs hand with his palm, pulling it down slowly until finally pausing at her lower
abdomen.
âPeyton, my heart also felt uneasy, as if it had caught fire.â
Peyton finally understood what had happened.
off the boyâs scorching hand.
âWhat did you cat?â
âJust now, I was getting seafood for you when I saw freshly squeezed juice and poured two cups. I
drank half of it and felt a bit
uncomfortable. I was planning to take a rest and then come to find you, but my body started getting
hotter. Peyton, I feel so terrible, am I going to dieâ¦â
Peyton looked into Kevinâs clean pupils. The justâturnedâadult teenager had a hint of innocence and
purity, caught between adolescence and manhood.
Keyin probably really didnât know the reason.
âNo, wait a moment, I will call the doctor for you.â
Peyton looked at the two glasses of juice on the table. One glass of juice had been drunk, while the
other glass was full.
Peyton immediately realized that someone wanted to harm her.
Peyton didnât have to think to know who did it. She thought to herself, âHelena, are you really that afraid
of me?â
This is something you brought upon yourself.
Peyton was about to call Lucian when Kevin hugged her. His eyes were unfocused, as if under the
influence of drugs, and his words were slurred, âPeyton, I donât want a doctor, I just want you. When
you placed your hand on my forehead earlier, I felt much better. Can you touch me?â
Peyton was at a loss, while Kevin was like a clingy cat.
âFool, I didnât have any medicine. The doctor could help you.â
Kevin had lost his sanity and pulled her onto the couch. He even kissed Peytonâs neck.
Kevinâs kiss carried a faint, sweet scent of bergamot, just as clean as a young boyâs.
The unfamiliar scent made Peyton feel very uncomfortable. âKevin, calm down. Iâll call the doctor right
away.â
âI didnât want a doctor, I just wanted you. Peyton, you smell so good!â
Peyton raised his hand, wanting to slap Kevin. Looking at Kevinâs innocent face, Peyton realized that
he had been the one who caused trouble for him.
Peyton had not hit Kevin yet, but he had already instinctively wanted to kiss her lips.
âBang
â
Without even touching Peytonâs skin, Kevinâs neck was struck by someone. He passed out, his head
resting on Peytonâs shoulder.
As Kevinâs body fell, Peyton saw Nolanâs indifferent face.
âPeyton, what do you have to explain?â
He looked down at her with indifference. He was very angry.