Kevan wished that he did not need to take his hand out of hers. When his hand was empty again, it felt like he left half of his heart behind too.

Larissa did not stop him this time. She could go without breakfast, but Aster could not.

While Kevan was making breakfast in the kitchen, Larissa got out of bed and went through her morning routine. After that, she grabbed her work things and went to Wendy's room.

Having been distracted by the father and son last night, Larissa had forgotten that she wanted to focus on her work. Although she was still uncomfortable because of the cold, her fever was gone. But she could not fall asleep again even if she wanted to.

It was better to finish the slideshow instead.

It did not take long for someone to knock on the door. Larissa closed her laptop and stuffed it under the blanket with her documents.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Me." Kevan pushed open the door. There was a tray in his hands. "I made chicken soup." He placed the tray on the bedside t