Chapter 320 A Clash

I was totally speechless. I was just about to say something when Idris hit me with, "You're not gonna bail on dinner too, right?" Awesome. He had me backed into a corner. I pursed my lips, shot him a skeptical glance, and muttered, "Sure, if you've got nothing better to do, dinner’s cool." Feeling irked, I was not in the mood to hang around and talk, so I spun on my heel to take off. I had only made it a few steps when I paused and threw a look over my shoulder at him. His usually handsome face was now sporting a weird redness. "Hey, just so you know, you're looking a bit feverish. You might want to take some meds." As I walked into the police station that morning, I could not shake off the sight of his cheeks, all pink and flushed. At first, I thought he was just shaking off the last bits of sleep, but the redness stuck around way after we stepped outside. That is when it clicked: he must have slept in his car overnight, and the cold got to him. "Alright!" he suddenly burst out,