Joan Harry was feeling terrible, she managed to free one hand, and accidentally scratched Jesse Rowan's face with her nails.
"Sss—" Jesse inhaled sharply, glaring hatefully at the restless woman on the bed.
"Even with a fever, you can't stay still. I really want to pin you down on this bed and take care of you." Jesse warned her fiercely, covering his face with one hand.
It's definitely scarred.
Tomorrow, he still has to go to the Cheney Family, meet Sylvan Cheney, and be ridiculed with a marred face.
"Bastard..." Joan frowned and cursed, her consciousness starting to return, gradually waking up.
In a daze, she opened her eyes, meeting Jesse's clear gaze filled with a hint of helplessness and innocence, lacking his previous gloom and coldness.
The light was somewhat blurry, and Jesse's face was also unclear, like a dream.
Seeing her awake, Jesse surprisingly smiled: "You're finally awake, I thought you were going to sleep forever."
