He felt that if he stayed any longer, he would explode on the spot.
Shaking off her hand with moderate force, he stood up: "Alright, I'm heading back to my room."
Chu Xinyue didn't insist further, but remembered something and called out: "Wait a moment. How did you know I... I have a cold?"
Ya Chen halted his steps without turning back: "The maid said she saw your clothes were wet."
She responded with an "oh," listening as the door slammed shut, dispelling her shallow suspicion.
She only had some slight cold symptoms; even the caretaker didn't know, she only told Mr. N during a chat...
Just now, she almost suspected that he was actually...
How could it be possible?
**
Ya Chen walked out of Chu Xinyue's room, the metal cane in his hand slightly unstable.
Ahead in the corridor, Dr. Han seemed to have been waiting for him for a while, and greeted him as he emerged: "Your Highness."
Ya Chen paused, frowning slightly: "You were looking for me?"
"Yes."
