Chapter 8

　　The little girl's face was red, and Jimmy reached out to reach her forehead which was still burning. 　　After a while, there was a soft knock on the door outside. 　　"Sir, I'm here to deliver the ginger soup." 　　"Come in." 　　Jimmy twisted a towel and put it on Maine's forehead. 　　"Leave the ginger soup and go down." 　　"Alright Sir." 　　The little girl on the bed moved her body, the towel on her forehead fell to one side. She let out a sound, her little hand rubbed her dizzy eyes, and when her misty eyes opened, she saw the vaguely unreal handsomeness. 　　The man looked at her, then snorted, and took the ginger soup on one side. His voice was neither dry nor weak, "You're awake." 　　Maine's small head was sober. She got up from the bed, curled up under the quilt and looked at him vigilantly, "Uncle, why are you here?" 　　Jimmy's slender fingers scooped the pale-yellow ginger soup with a porcelain spoon, and intriguingly raised the corners of his lips, "This is my bedroom, why am I not here?" 　　Maine's mind was dizzy and she secretly glanced from the corner of her eye. She remembered that she ran out of Lincoln's house and then seemed to be sent here by Jimmy's assistant. Then, she seemed to have a fever. 　　Now, she, she... lying on her uncle's bed! 　　Jimmy's sharp eyes took a quick look at her, and then half-tested and half-playfully said, "It seems that your memory is really bad. You forgot what happened on the night of April 28th. Now, you forgot why you're in my bed again." 　　Maine's small face turned white Her black pupils trembled. Her white teeth bit her lower lip, which was chapped due to fever and lack of water, and she looked at him defensively and in horror. 　　Does he know everything? 　　No, he is definitely not something she can afford, and they can't be together. Not to mention, she still wants to marry Euan. Even if she doesn’t marry him, she and his uncle can't be together or else the Lincoln family will have a bad reputation and her grandfather will also be mad. 　　"Well, what are you talking about on the night of the 28th, uncle. I don't understand what you are talking about." 　　Jimmy put the ginger soup in his hand on the cabinet again, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Mu Tong's eyes, and the handsome face, which was infinitely enlarged in front of him, was staring at her maliciously. 　　The man's slender and powerful arms were on her sides, and his cool breath was sprayed on her little face, which was numb and confusing. 　　He asked word by word, "Where are you on the night of April 28th?" 　　Maine's body was forced to retreat and her fingers were white as she clutched the sheet material tightly in fright. 　　She moved back a little bit, trying to escape the man's control, her waist suddenly tightened, and the man held her waist. 　　"Huh? Answer me, where are you on the night of the 28th?" 　　His patience was excellent, as if he would not let her go if he didn't answer. 　　The little girl hesitated, "On the evening of the 2nd and 28th, I, I was studying at school in the evening..." 　　"Really? Studying by yourself at night?" 　　Her little head nodded.