Chapter 1245 I Do Not Want Her To Suffer Any Grievances

Iris’s hand felt cold against Quentin’s burning skin. From a different perspective, Quentin’s palm felt disturbingly hot to Iris—burning was an understatement. Iris was pretty sure that Quentin was running a fever judging from how hot he felt to touch and how he was sweating so profusely. Her heart ached to think of what she had put him through the whole night. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you’re not feeling well?” She pulled him back to their room while rambling on guiltily. “Why are you so silly to hold up, waiting for me to be done partying? I would have chosen to come back earlier if you had told me you were feeling under the weather.” Quentin thought that he could solve this problem with a little sea breeze but he was caught by Iris before he could do anything. He did not know how to explain the situation to her or what he could do to stop her from dragging him back into the room. “I’m a man,” he said wryly. “I can handle this on my own. Weren’t you tired? Go back and