"Okay," Everett replied, not pushing back.
Aurora couldn't help feeling like she'd been promoted—or demoted—into Everett's personal maid. Everything had to go through her.
Everett, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying her care. Aurora had been feeling drained earlier, but strangely enough, being around him now, she didn't feel tired anymore.
Before long, it was dinner time again.
Naturally, she was the one feeding Everett…
Ugh. This whole miserable maid routine—how long was it going to last? Aurora was already plotting in her head: once he ate, she'd lull him to sleep and then figure out her exit strategy.
But Everett seemed to have read her mind. He refused to sleep, staying completely alert. It wasn't until 9 p.m. that he finally started to feel a little drowsy.
His fever had broken, and the IV was done. And now he wanted her to help him change clothes.
"You're about to shower anyway. Why do I need to change you now?" Aurora grumbled.
