Chapter 38

Grace calmed herself down. She was about to wipe his body down to bring down the fever, but before she could touch him, Adrian's burning-hot palm suddenly gripped her arm. "Don't touch me…" he muttered. She looked up, her gaze colliding with his dark gaze. Adrian looked weak. As he spoke, his burning breath brushed against the skin of her arm, making her ears flush red. "Leave this place," Adrian muttered again. Grace got a little angry when she saw him like this. "Even if you're trying to stay pure for your unattainable love, you can't just ignore your own life, can you?" Beyond her anger, what she felt more was bitterness. How deeply must he love that unattainable love of his, to be on guard against her—his own wife—even while in a delirious fever? As she spaced out, the grip on her wrist suddenly tightened. Then, Grace was caught off guard and fell straight into Adrian's arms. He held her tightly, and his disoriented breath brushed against her ear. "Would you care if I l