Chapter 922

Cedric felt a tickling feeling rising up to his throat, so he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of cold water to suppress his cough. He sat alone on the couch and stared blankly at the plushie beside him. It was a gift from L Bistro, given out during a promotion when they went there for a meal. Cedric grabbed at the plushie's face. The soft sensation of the pillow on his palm reminded him of Noelle's face. He then laid down on the couch, his face unnaturally warm. He kept waking up to check the time, afraid that he would miss the schedule for her IV drip. It was a much better time compared to being tormented and kept up all night. Noelle lay alone on the bed. She could not hear any sound from Cedric and had no idea whether he had already left or not. She felt like she could hardly breathe. He had just admitted that he had approached her on purpose and treated her kindly out of guilt and a desire to make amends. Her head became muddled from the fever. She actually wan