"Understand? Get lost." Quill coldly ordered her to leave.
What else could Lauren do? She had already gone this far, but the man in front of her did not waver at all. Was she supposed to lie on the ground?
However, he probably wouldn't even look at her if she did so.
It was only now that Lauren realized women needn't lower themselves in front of a man. If that man truly loved her, he would always dote on her even if she acted arrogantly.
Unfortunately... It was already too late.
She probably wouldn't have the chance for the rest of her life.
Lauren left despondently.
Quill shut the door and went back in. He was furious after his conversation with Lauren. He wanted to take another cold shower, but he was worried about Vera as she still hadn't returned.
After some thought, Quill simply changed his clothes and prepared to head out.
Just as he reached the entrance, he heard a knock on the door.
He opened it.
Sure enough, it was Vera. She had a bag in her hand, and she didn't look good.
"Looks like I'm late. How are you doing? Have you had some water? Do you still feel unwell?"
Quill looked at her face, then at the bag in her hand. "What's this?"
Speaking of this, Vera's expression suddenly became a little dejected. "The front desk didn't have any medicine, and there was no doctor on the island. I went to look for Dimitri. Fortunately, he had some medicine on him. But I was worried it wasn't enough, so I asked the hotel staff for a bag of ice. They might come in handy."
Ice?
Quill became upset as soon as he realized Vera was carrying a large bag of ice in her arms. He took it from her and placed it on the shelf on the side. Then, he held her hand.
As expected, her hand was as cold as ice.
The temperature difference between the human body and ice was drastic. She hugged the bag of ice in her arms directly; no wonder she didn't look good.
Thinking of this, Quill couldn't help but tap Vera's nose. "Are you stupid? Even if you wanted to bring some ice back, couldn't you have carried it with your hand? Why did you carry it in your arms? Do you think you are a fridge?"
Speaking of this, Vera scratched her head awkwardly and mumbled: "I... It was heavy for me. So... That's why I carried it in my arms. Besides, it's just a short distance. I'm fine, aren't I?"
"You are fine now. But if it took a little longer, your body may not be able to bear it, and you will faint. Who will help you by then? Dummy, don't do this next time."
"Oh." Vera nodded obediently.
Quill sighed softly. He held her cold little hand, giving her some of his body heat.
Vera felt extremely cold after carrying the bag of ice. Now that she was feeling the warmth coming from his hands, she felt snug. She greedily wanted more of it.
However, she suddenly thought of something and pushed Quill's hand away immediately.
"You can't do this. You are still feverish. You'd better not touch me first! This is the fever medicine Dimitri gave me. I'll prepare the ice for you!"
After that, Vera turned around in a hurry.
Quill suddenly remembered what Lauren said earlier.
Even an outsider like Lauren believed the reason he didn't want to tell Vera was that he wasn't interested in her. Would Vera think the same if he didn't tell her he was drugged instead of having a fever?
Quill didn't care what outsiders thought.
But Vera's...
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