Aster's room had a double bed too. It was more than enough for an adult and a child to sleep together. Aster had fallen asleep earlier on, and Larissa lay on the other side of the bed, tossing and turning because she could not stop worrying about Kevan, who was sick.

By midnight, she could not stop herself and got up from the bed. She carefully snuck over and opened the master bedroom door. The orange night light at the head of the bed was turned on, and she was able to clearly see Kevan's open eyes with its aid.

Hearing the noise, he turned over to look. Their gazes locked, and an embarrassed smile appeared on Larissa's face.

"You're not asleep yet?" She entered the room and closed the door, but left it open by a crack instead of closing it completely.

Kevan sat up slowly, his voice sounding pitiful. "Head hurts. Can't sleep."

Larissa became alert at once. "Do you still have a fever?" She took a few steps closer and felt his forehead with her hand.

As she was in an air-condition