Charlotte pulled out her phone and called Jackson. "Come to my place to pick up a prescription, and have the medicine delivered first thing tomorrow morning."
This week was the critical period for his recovery. They couldn't afford any mistakes.
Noticing nothing unusual and assuming he really was fine, Stella carried the medicine into the room and made sure Roger took it.
"Are you tired?" Roger leaned against the headboard, his left hand grasping hers as he looked at her deeply. "Have you thought about it?"
"Hmm?" Stella looked up abruptly, trying to pull her hand away but failing. She replied with a flushed face, "Thought about what?"
"Playing dumb?" Roger chuckled softly, his tone incredibly gentle, as if he was afraid of scaring her off. "Being with me."
Stella's face flushed darker, her mind going completely blank.
"I'm not trying to rush you." Noticing her hesitation, Roger added softly, "It's going to happen sooner or later, so I just want it to be sooner."
But it couldn't be this soon...
It had only been a few hours since he first asked her.
Who pursues someone like this?!
Realizing she was actually considering it, Stella stood up in a panic, her face pale. "Get some rest. We'll talk about this when you're thinking clearly."
Without waiting for a response, she hurriedly fled the room.
Watching her run away, a satisfied smirk curved Roger's lips.
The girl was blushing.
Which meant his victory was well within reach.
Stella ran into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on her face.
It was early September, and the weather in Cabinda was turning crisp.
The cooling air made the tap water quite chilly.
Even so, it couldn't extinguish the burning heat on her face or slow her racing heart.
Worse yet, the image of Roger in her mind was only growing clearer.
"Phew..." Stella leaned against the sink, looking at her flustered reflection in the mirror, her eyes gradually dimming.
What should she do?
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