Charlotte was still in a daze. She raised her hand and subconsciously grabbed Shane's arm. Then, she smiled.
Yesterday she was muddled because she had drunk too much. And today? She was muddled because she had a fever?
Shane sat down beside her, allowing her to grab his arm. "I didn't expect you to be so weak. Did you get a fever from having a shower?"
"Are you laughing at me?" She closed her eyes and snorted.
"That's right."
"Shouldn't you tell yourself off? You were the one who made me this way. I was perfectly fine before."
Shane smiled and gently pinched her cheek. "Who was the one who disturbed me first?"
"Fine, I won't bother you in the future anymore. Don't blame me this time."
Only one word could be used to describe her.
Small.
Even when she was in a daze, she still kept the purest feelings and respect for him. Even if she was hurt, she was still afraid that he would blame her.
Was she the same way with Rick?