Chapter 213
"No."
"......"
Sick Ethan Roscente was acting like a petulant child.
His fingers clung stubbornly to the hem of her blouse, his gaze so obstinate it gave her a headache.
Sophia Lowell took a deep breath and hardened her expression. "Ethan, I swear I'll lose my temper if you keep this up."
He stilled, lifting his eyes to hers with a wounded look. "If I let go, you'll leave."
"I won't. Not if you take your medicine like you're supposed to."
"Promise?"
She nodded. "I keep my word."
Ethan loosened his grip slightly but still refused to release her wrist. Zachary Evans seized the moment to hand her a glass of water. "Miss Lowell."
Accepting it, she motioned for the assistant to retrieve the fever reducers.
"Take these."
She held out the pills and water, but Ethan didn’t move.
"Too weak..." He blinked feebly.
Sophia glanced at the hand still clamped around hers and scoffed. Without hesitation, she pinched his chin and shoved the pills into his mouth.
"Bitter!" His face scrunched in distaste.
"Drink. It’ll help."
He propped himself up sluggishly, sipping from the glass she held. Seeing him so docile for once, Sophia found herself asking impulsively, "Want more?"
A slight nod.
Zachary moved to refill the glass but suddenly gasped. "Damn it—the board meeting!"
Flustered, he turned to Sophia. "Miss Lowell, I’m entrusting Mr. Roscente to you!"
"What’s the point of a meeting without him?" She saw right through the act.
"The resort project can’t afford delays. If I miss another one, those old foxes will riot."
Before she could retort, Zachary bolted from the room.
Sophia gritted her teeth.
The man might as well have "wingman" tattooed on his forehead.
She shot Ethan a frosty glare. "Your idea?"
"Swear I’m innocent." He batted his lashes. "Haven’t even touched my phone."
Though Zachary definitely deserved a doubled bonus this year.
Sophia tucked the blankets around him. "Let go. I won’t leave—consider it a sickday pass."
Ethan studied her for a long moment before finally uncurling his fingers.