"Rub my temples for me," the man spoke, his voice hoarse.

Zoe set aside the book in her hands, surprisingly not harboring any resentment. She leaned over to massage him. In the past, she had learned this skill to comfort him after long hours of work.

However, as soon as she touched him, she frowned slightly. "Mason, you have a fever!"

Mason opened his eyes. Due to his illness, his usually bright black eyes seemed dim. Suddenly, his hand reached for her slender waist as if intending to engage