SOLD to My Ex: A Forbidden Service Contract - Chapter 12

That night, I actually got a fever.

I got soaked riding my electric scooter in the rain, and by the time I got home, I was dizzy and my whole body was weak with fever.

I curled up on the sofa in the guest room under a blanket, trying to comfort myself: “It’s just a little cold… I’ll get over it.”

In the middle of the night, he pushed the door open and stood by the bed looking at me.

I was breathing heavily. I wanted to get up and yell at him, but before I could say a word, he picked me up in his arms. “What are you doing!”

“Your temperature is forty degrees, your lips are purple,” he said in a low voice. “If I don’t carry you, you’ll be dead by tomorrow.”

He put me in the master bedroom, put fever-reducing medicine in my mouth, and wiped my sweat with a wet towel, placing it on my forehead.

I struggled to stay conscious and looked at him. “Did you… used to take care of me like this before?”

His fingers trembled. “You remember?”

“That time in college… you carried me downstairs to get a taxi, and then you told me, ‘Don’t push yourself so hard next time’.”

He was silent for a few seconds, then said softly, “I remember all of your ‘next times’.”

When my fever finally broke, he was sitting by the bed, his hand still holding my wrist, as if he was afraid I would run away.

My throat was as dry as if it were on fire. “Aren’t you… afraid of catching it from me?”

“I am,” he said. “But I’m more afraid of you being gone.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Yes,” he said, looking at me with a serious and stubborn gaze. “I’ll show you how crazy I can be.”

I closed my eyes, my voice hoarse. “Do you want me, or do you want to see me bow my head?”

He was stunned for a moment, then he realized how much that question was like a punch to the gut.

He sat up straight, his lazy expression replaced by a serious one. “I’m not waiting for you to bow your head. I’m learning to bow mine.”

“Because I was too proud, I always thought you would catch up… but you got hurt by me.”

I didn’t say anything, just looked at him, a strange feeling welling up inside me.

I wanted to hide, but I also wanted to get closer.

He suddenly reached out and gently hugged me. “You’re not an item on a service list. You’re my only exception.”

I leaned against his chest, my heart beating a little fast. He said, “You called my name when you had a fever. I heard you.”

“…I didn’t,” he said with a stubborn look on his face. “You did, you even said it twice.”

I held back for a long time, and finally squeezed out, “Then you still dare to make fun of me?”

“I dare,” he laughed. “Because I called your name too… three times.”