I avoided the hand he lifted to touch my forehead.
“It’s nothing serious. I already took medicine.”
Before, whenever I had the slightest discomfort, I would purposely mention it and act spoiled, just to get a bit more care from him.
Now I avoided his touch like it was something dangerous.
Chase stood stunned, a slow panic tightening in his chest.
He caught my hand.
“Yesterday… I spoke too harshly. Zaria had a hard childhood, you know. I just feel bad for her, so I look after her more. I only think of her as a younger sister….”
Before he finished, I cut him off in a calm, mild way, “I get it. Don’t worry. I was too hardheaded before. I won’t act like that anymore.”
My sudden composure caught him completely unprepared.
“That’s not what I’m trying to say. You’re my fiancée. If you don’t like me getting close to another woman, it just means you care. I’ll be more careful from now on.”
So he did know I hated seeing him close to other women. Yet he kept doing it.
I yawned, looking sleepy.
“Hmm, I understand. She’s your apprentice. It’s normal for you to look after her. I won’t bring it up again. I’m really sleepy. Can I rest now?”
He sighed and leaned in as if to hug me.