âNo,â Barlow responded.
âYou should take some medicine, then rest in your room,â Karina advised.
Barlow looked at her and coughed twice.
âKarina, what if I develop a fever in the middle of the night and pass out?â
He gazed at her with the sad eyes of a sick man.
Karina pressed her lips together, wondering why a man would act so helpless.
Yet, seeing him cough and rub his legs, she recognized he really wasnât well.
Usually, a man could shrug off a cold, but he was still recovering from an injury.
His leg had just been hurt again while assisting her.
If his leg condition worsened and he was battling a cold, it was plausible he could spike a fever and lose consciousness.
With that thought, Karina got up and prepared a cup of cold medicine for him.
âHere, drink this.
â
As he looked at the dark medicine in the cup, Barlowâs expression showed a flicker of distaste.
âDo I have to drink it?â
He rarely got colds, and when he did, he disliked taking medicine.
âCarlow, donât tell me youâre afraid of taking medicine, especially as a grown man.
â
Naturally, he wouldnât confess to it.
He murmured, âJust a minor coldâ¦â
âDrink this.
â
Karina was done discussing and pushed the cup toward him.
âSuch harsh treatment,â he complained.
Then he grimaced and gulped it in one go.
Seeing the scowl deepen on his face, Karina couldnât help but find his disgusted and annoyed expression somewhat endearing.
She fought back a chuckle and handed him a bottle of water.