Chapter 237

Scarlett’s POV: After hanging up, I looked at Everett’s flushed cheeks and sighed softly before turning toward the bathroom. Soon, I emerged holding a warm, damp washcloth. I sat down beside the bed and gently wiped his forehead and face. Everett was drowsy from the fever, yet not entirely unconscious. The warm towel moving across his skin brought him some relief. He frowned and slowly opened his eyes. Through his fever-blurred vision, he recognized me. Though he couldn’t see clearly, he was certain it was me. “Scarlett!” His voice cracked hoarsely as he spoke, though he didn’t seem to notice. His eyes fixed on me, his pale, parched lips still curling into a faint smile. “You’re sick and still grinning like an idiot?” I frowned and glared at him. “Everett, have you gone completely bonkers from the fever?” Hearing my voice, his smile brightened. His large hand reached out, groping at the air before finally managing to clasp the wrist holding the towel. His palm was scorching hot, deepen