All he could do was hold it in. However, he soon sneezed again.

Imogen commented, “My dad told you to stand in the cold without your coat, and you really did it, like an idiot. It’s not like you feel anything for me or you’re trying to win my affection, so there’s really no need for you to listen to my dad.”

Luckily, she came out quickly enough. Otherwise, he would have turned into an icicle.

“It was my fault before. I hurt you, so it's only natural that Mr. and Mrs. Doyle are angry with me. They didn’t hit me or scold me, and they just made me stand out in the cold for a while; they’re already being very lenient,” said Dylan, sneezing again.

He was usually in good health, but this time, he was afraid he might really catch a cold.

Imogen glanced at him without saying anything. She led Dylan into the house and asked their housekeeper if the soup was ready.

Wendy replied, “Almost.”

Imogen nodded and asked Dylan to sit down. Then, she poured him a cup of tea and asked, “Have you ea