Maybe it was out of surprise, but Madeline’s heart skipped a beat.

She wanted to ignore the man on the floor at first, but when she saw Jeremy’s brows knitted together and the way he looked like he was in pain, she subconsciously squatted down before taking his temperature.

His cheek was cold, but his forehead was burning.

When she got closer to him, aside from his scent, there was also a strong smell of alcohol.

He had drunk a lot and even stayed out in the cold wind the entire night. It was likely he was suffering from a fever now.

Madeline did not want anything to do with Jeremy, so she thought of calling 911 so that the ambulance could take him away instead. When she turned around to do so, however, Jeremy grabbed her hand.

His hand was so cold, feeling as if it had been frozen into ice. The coldness from his hand penetrated her bones.

“Don’t go…” he muttered like he was still in a dream, his eyelashes moving slightly. Then, he slowly opened his narrow eyes.

“Don’t go, plea