Chapter 89

The heat of his breath brushed her skin as his lips got too close, and in an instant, Elsie's pale face flushed a glaring red. Furious, she slapped him right across the face. William blinked, seemingly snapping out of a daze. His unfocused eyes landed on her crimson cheeks and those sharp, glossy eyes glaring at him like she could strangle him on the spot. He stared for a moment, then slowly came back to his senses. His hand, suspended mid-air where it definitely shouldn’t be, paused. Then he lifted both hands like he was surrendering. “Sorry… I thought I was dreaming.” With his face still pale from the fever and his eyes slightly red and glassy, he looked way too pitiful—like a big bad wolf pretending to be innocent. Elsie’s brows tightened in frustration. “Even in your dream you think it’s okay to touch people like that?” William gave her an almost helpless smile, voice low and raspy from illness. “You pacing around in my dream too? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?” Her lips press