Chapter 247

Ethan just laid on the bed beside her, still in his clothes, checking Clara’s temperature every two hours. Whenever her fever spiked, he followed the doctor’s orders and tried to get her to take her medicine. But even taking medicine was a struggle—Clara just wouldn’t cooperate. In the end, Ethan had no choice but to feed her the medicine mouth-to-mouth. The bitterness of the pills made Clara instinctively try to push them out with her tongue. But Ethan was quicker—he gently held her still and made sure she swallowed. Then, he kissed her gently. Their lips stayed close, the bitter taste lingering between them. But somehow, it carried the faintest trace of sweetness too. Only when he was sure she had swallowed all the medicine did Ethan let go. Clara seemed to wake up slightly, but her eyes were still dazed, and she didn’t seem to recognize him. This time, Ethan didn’t wait. "I’m not Vincent Bennett, Clara." His tone was calm but firm, almost like a warning. As if to say—don’t get it wr