Charlotte buried her head into her pillow in exhaustion. Just as she was about to fall into a slumber, a large hand made its way over.

The woman jumped in fright and moved aside. “What are you doing? I’m already in such a state, and you’re still—”

Before she could finish, Zachary placed his warm palm on her forehead and felt her temperature. Then, he whipped out his phone and gave Raina a call. “Come over to Storm Hotel.”

“No, I’m fine!” Charlotte hurriedly stopped him. “I’m just having cramps. It’s not like I’m sick! You don’t have to call a doctor.”

“You sure?” Zachary frowned. “You look really unwell.”...