“No way, I’m perfectly fine here,” Camila said firmly, glancing at Connor through the vanity mirror.Connor looked at her, trying to convince her. “It’s freezing here, and the space is cramped. You can’t be comfortable. Come back to the apartment; it’s warm and spacious.”Camila turned to face him. “Sure, it’s small, but I’ve got everything I need, and I’m comfortable. Winter’s short, just a few cold days.”Connor sighed, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. “Alright, I won’t push you.””I made some oatmeal,” Camila said with a smile, gently holding his hand. “We’ll have it, and then you can take some fever medicine.” Connor nodded and went to the bathroom to freshen up.A little later, Connor came back and sat at the dining table. Camila handed him a bowl of oatmeal. “Careful, it’s hot.”Connor took a sip and found it surprisingly delicious. “Did it turn out well this time?” Camila asked.Connor shook his head, finishing most of the bowl. “It’s fantastic, just like last time.”Remembering the last time she made oatmeal, Camila frowned slightly and shot him a sideways glance. Connor paused, touched his nose, and with an apologetic smile said, “To make up for last time, how about we go shopping later? I’ll buy you lots of new clothes and your favorite desserts.”Camila shook her head softly. “You’re still sick. Take your medicine and get some rest first.”Connor playfully held her hand. “Stay with me for a bit.”Camila frowned, recalling the morning’s events. He was nearly fever-free now, but it was hard to ensure nothing spontaneous would happen. “You haven’t fully recovered yet; you need rest,” she coaxed softly, like talking to a child. “I’ll sit by your side until you fall asleep, then I can do my own thing, okay?”Connor nodded softly. “Mhm.”After taking his medicine and checking his temperature, which was only slightly elevated, Camila sat by the bed, gently tucked him in, and held his hand. Connor, having been excited all night, was indeed tired. With Camila’s soothing presence, he quickly fell asleep.Seeing his breathing steady, Camila gently withdrew her hand from his and quietly left the bedroom.She planned to wash Connor’s clothes from the previous night, still marked with traces of rain, muttering, “Such a fool!”Coats and suits couldn’t be machine washed. As she sorted through the clothes, she found a pair of underwear inside. No wonder that area looked particularly bulging; her face gradually turned red.After calming down, she soaked the clothes in warm water, patiently hand-washing them. Once done, she hung them on the balcony, watching them flutter gently in the breeze. She suddenly felt this was what living together felt like. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findηovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.When Camila returned to the bedroom, Connor seemed to sense her presence. His eyes slowly opened, gaze tender and hazy.Camila sat by the bed and softly asked, “Awake?” Meanwhile, she reached for the ear thermometer to check his temperature. Connor stretched out his arms, embracing Camila’s waist, his voice slightly hoarse, “What time is it?”
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