Chapter 13

Faith’s POV

I gasped when I saw him lying on the sofa. He was slightly hunched and looked a bit unsteady. I approached him and sat down. I held his arm, but I was startled when I felt the heat emanating from his body.

“Y-you have a fever.” I panicked. “I’ll get you some medicine.” I was about to stand up when he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. He hugged me, and I felt his arm wrapped around my waist.

“Much better,” he whispered. I didn’t move; I just let us stay like that.

“You need to take medicine.” I touched his forehead and cheek. He closed his eyes, and I knew his head hurt. It was evident, given his irritated state.

“Later, just stay here,” he asked me.

I didn’t move.

I was worried about him. It was my fault. If I had come in earlier and apologized, I might have known that he wasn’t feeling well.

I felt guilty.

I’m sorry, Martin.

A few minutes passed, and we remained in the same pos