Mia Ginger has a fever. Almost thirty-nine degrees, it hasn’t subsided for a day. Koa Jackson, after getting off work in the morning, has been by her side, sitting in the chair by the bed, hardly moving. He’s aware of her special constitution; she gets hurt easily, and once she’s ill, she doesn’t recover easily. The most troublesome part is that her skin is sensitive, which amplifies her perception of pain by several times. Her blood vessels are too thin, and the nurse missed twice before finding the vein. They ended up inserting the needle into her instep. Afraid she might suddenly wake up and move around, her small foot was secured with an empty medicine box. This kind of treatment is usually only for two or three-year-old children. Koa Jackson sighed with some helplessness, pressing his fingers to his brow, his gaze falling on her bare foot. Mia is thin, making her hands and feet appear small and delicate. Her skin is fair, her nails are neatly trimmed, rounded in shape, and a pinkish hue adds a touch of cuteness, making one can’t help but want to hold her little foot in their palm to protect it. Lia Chester saw this scene as soon as she arrived. Koa Jackson sat by the bed, his gaze fixated on Mia Ginger’s foot that’s receiving an IV, lost in thought. She hasn’t been at the hospital long, but in her impression, Koa Jackson has always been cold, reticent, and seriously focused. In all aspects of his behavior and conduct, he exhibits a maturity and steadiness that transcended others of his age. But because of the girl in front of him, she’s been surprised time and again. Yet, she sensitively felt— Their relationship doesn’t seem solid. When Mia faces Koa Jackson, she shows admiration and yearning, being sweet and obedient, revealing a childlike innocence and cautiousness. Koa Jackson, too, decides for her when ordering food, always providing an alternative first and taking care of her according to his preferences. It seems as though he’s arranging her life based on his desires. Follow current novels on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 This kind of relationship dynamic is quite rare, not exactly equal. With a casual thought, Lia Chester pulled a smile, raised her hand, and knocked twice on the door. Koa Jackson turned his head and saw her, still a bit surprised. "I heard you haven’t eaten lunch, so I brought you a meal," Lia said, placing the lunch box on the table, walking to the bedside, and touching Mia Ginger’s forehead, frowning, "Why hasn’t her fever gone down?" "Her constitution is a bit special, slower. It will probably subside by evening." Lia Chester looked around, her gaze landing on his face, and asked, "What about tonight?" "Not going back." Koa Jackson glanced at the lunch box she brought and, without any courtesy, responded calmly, "Thanks." "It’s no trouble at all," Lia smiled and suggested, "You should eat. I can watch her for a while." "You haven’t eaten all day," Lia smiled helplessly, "People need food like iron needs steel. Skipping a meal leaves you feeling hungry. Worrying isn’t good. You go have your meal, and I’ll wet a towel and wipe her arms and legs. It’ll help cool her down." "..." Koa Jackson focused his gaze on her, "I can’t trouble you with this, get home early after work." "It’s no trouble at all, I..." "I said no need." Koa Jackson suddenly interrupted her, his expression softening a bit, explaining, "Really, no need. These aren’t tasks meant for you. Just head home after work." Lia Chester’s hand at her side clenched slightly. Barely, she said, "Then I’ll head off. If you need anything, just call the nurses; it’s convenient." "Yes." Koa Jackson nodded. Watching her leave, he glanced again at the untouched lunch box.