In the end, Eva Ronan still took Max Shaw into a cab for the return trip.
She tried his forehead temperature, and sure enough, it was a bit hot to the touch.
Inside the taxi, there was only the sound of the wind brushing past the car body.
The two sat side by side in the back seat, neither of them speaking.
Only Max Shaw occasionally let out a suppressed cough.
Although Eva Ronan usually treated him harshly, she was ultimately a woman with a delicate mind, tough on the outside but tender on the inside.
She turned her head slightly to look at him, her heart inexplicably softened.
The man at this moment, leaning against the neck pillow, had his handsome features covered in a thin layer of dark red, eyes slightly closed, breathing irregular, adding a hint of vulnerability to his handsome appearance.
Eva Ronan had always known that Max Shaw was good-looking; otherwise, she wouldn't have been attracted to him in the first place.
