THE hairs on Stella's skin rose at the sound of that voice, and she panicked, slowly lifting her head from the pillow to look at him. "Ah! You…haha."
Valeric tilted his head to the side to stare in confusion at her. "Are you okay?" He took steps closer and dipped his knee into the bed to climb up, and in response to his action, she drew back, her face frozen in an awkward smile.
"What is wrong with you?" he asked.
"Huh? Wrong with me?" She began to cackle nervously. "N…nothing. I'm just tired."
"You look fine. Do you want to eat?"
"No!"
"What?"
"Ahh…yes! Yes, I do want to eat."
"Stella-"
"Wait!" She pressed her hands against his shoulders and lowered her head to breathe heavily. "Wait, please. Let me breathe for a second."
The man was stunned. "Are you feeling okay? What's wrong? Do you need-"
"Valeric." Her voice cracked so much that she'd bit her lips, shutting up immediately.