The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1900

Stella moved slowly, every single gesture incredibly gentle.

After working tirelessly for what felt like hours, Roger's temperature finally began to drop.

Stella checked the thermometer—it read around a hundred degrees.

She thought for a moment, opened the medical kit again, and found a different fever reducer that was safe to mix.

She poured a glass of warm water and sat beside him.

Since Roger was lying down, it was difficult for him to take the medication.

Stella hesitated briefly before carefully lifting his head, supporting it in the crook of her arm, and gently feeding him the pills and water.

Once everything was done, Stella didn't rush to leave.

Instead, she pulled out her laptop, sat quietly at the low coffee table, and obediently began working on her thesis.

Roger hadn't entirely blacked out; by the time Stella was wiping his face earlier, he had already regained most of his senses.

He opened his eyes, his gaze softening as he stared at her back, genuinely surprised she hadn't left.

Usually, she couldn't wait to put as much distance between them as possible.

Remembering her out-of-the-blue question—'do you have feelings for me?'—Roger frowned, falling into deep thought.

He couldn't quite figure out what her next move was going to be.

A long while later, the doctor finally made his delayed appearance.

After a quick examination, he delivered his verdict. "The fever broke. He just needs to get plenty of rest."

Stella thanked him softly. Once the doctor left the room, she walked back to the sofa. Her gaze landed on Roger, who was awake but still looked completely drained.

"Thanks for the ginger lemon honey tea yesterday."

Stella sat down obediently, her gaze steady, her voice completely devoid of emotion. "You're a doctor. You know exactly what to do to prevent a cold after getting caught in the rain—probably better than I do.

Actually, you made yourself sick on purpose."

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