Chapter 297 A Misunderstanding

• The icy hand Cecilia placed against his chest sent a shiver through his body, not from the cold but from the sensation of his blood heating up.
• As they continued their trek, Cecilia's other hand accidentally brushed against his face. “Nathaniel, you have a fever,” she said weakly, realizing that his skin was burning hot—a clear sign of illness.
• Nathaniel's lips, as red as a ripe cherry, were pressed into a thin line. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he replied, “What I said last night still stands.”