After buying cold medicine and fever reducers, Eileen hurried home.

Upon arriving, she immediately went upstairs to find Rafael.

"Did you check your temperature?"

Seeing Rafael lying in bed looking normal, Eileen's expression eased slightly. She reached out to feel Rafael's forehead.

Frowning, she said, "You don't have a fever?"

"Really?" Rafael pulled her into his arms. "But I just checked my temperature, and it was 38 degrees. Maybe the medicine kicked in and reduced it."

Eileen, trusting him, replied, "Then I'll go get the thermometer and check again."

"No need," Rafael nestled in her neck. "You are my medicine. With you here, I feel like I have no illness...