Chapter 92

After a long while, Stella stirred on the bed. Her eyelashes fluttered, and a faint murmur escaped her lips as she woke up. The high fever had already gone down, but she could still faintly taste the bitter medicine she had taken. She turned her head and saw Genevieve sleeping on the edge of the bed with her head resting on her arm. Stella's gaze settled on Genevieve's slightly messy hair. The woman was fierce and annoying, yet when Stella had been feeling unwell, she had stayed and taken care of Stella. Something seemed to clog Stella's chest, leaving chest tight and achy. She reached out but hesitated for a moment before touching Genevieve's hair carefully. It was soft. It was nothing like her personality at all. Just then, Genevieve's eyelashes twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes. As she sat up, she felt a coat sliding off her shoulders, so she caught it. Stella watched Genevieve quietly. The hostility that usually filled her eyes was gone. "You're awake. Do you still fe