You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)

Chapter 39

"You're not allowed to leave."

Skylar Holland pressed his body against hers tightly. He was having a fever and the heat emanating

from his body was alarming. It escaped and spread through his clothes, reaching Coralie Chariott with

fervent ardour.

He lowered his head, and his thin lips were exhaling scorching air, which he transferred to Coralie with

his mouth.

The steaming air filled her entire mouth quickly, expressing his fervent and distinct desire for her.

Coralie was rather shocked by his kiss. She found an opportunity to turn away and she said, "I won't

go. You are still sick. I won't go anywhere until you feel better. Don't worry."

This was her actual plan. She didn't know why she felt such pain when she saw that Skylar had fainted

in the kitchen. Even though he treated her poorly before this, she couldn't just leave him alone.

Thinking about this, she felt that she was really disparaging herself.

"Okay."

Although Skylar was holding her hands, he had loosened his grip. However, he still gave her a kiss.

His kiss was gentler, and he started by her ear. It seemed that he intended to explore her with his

kisses, moving downward. He stretched out his hand and attempted to hold her waist, so that he could

pull her closer to him

His movements had obviously become gentler, and he was not as aggressive as before. However, this

caused Coralie to become even more frightened, and her body was trembling slightly.

She begged for mercy. "You're sick, can you stop..."

He treated her gently, but it seemed like he was going to take the next step.

"Oh, do you care about me?"

He stopped and looked down at her.

Coralie raised her head. She gazed at his eyelashes, and his dark eyes. He seemed to be expecting

something.

Today, Skylar had suppressed his anger, and Coralie was moved by this. She spoke softly, "Yes, I care

about you. Can you go upstairs to rest?"

He had a fever of 39 degrees. In Coralie's view, he shouldn't have gotten out of bed at all.

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Skylar said, after Coralie had expressed that she wouldn't leave and that she cared about him.

Skylar's attitude seemed to be different. He went up the stairs, but he still held Coralie's hand and

refused to let her go.

"Well, I want to make some porridge. Can you go up first? I'll be right there,"

Coralie said, asking for his consent.

In fact, she sensed that Skylar was weak and sickly. When he pressed himself against her just now, he

didn't seem to have any strength.

"I'll wait for you here."

Skylar released Coralie's hand and sat down in front of the dining table. He fixed his gaze on Coralie,

watching her every move.

"Okay, I'll be done soon."

She could make porridge in a short time. She prepared the ingredients, cut them up, and put them into

the pot.

"It'll be ready soon. I'll go up with you first. Then I'll come down and bring it up when it's done,"

Coralie said.

In fact, she was really good at taking care of people. It was all thanks to her marriage of several years.

At that time, Howard Schultz had acted like a child. He didn't seem to have any hobbies. When he got

off work, he only lazed around the house.

Whenever he was sick, he would order her around to serve him.

At that time, Coralie had believed that their relationship was based on love. She did everything as

Howard instructed. She wanted to be a good wife, and she tried her best to please him.

"I will wait here,"

Skylar said.

"It's going to take about half an hour."

"I'm fine with that."

Although he was sick, he was still stubborn. He sat there and he didn't intend to move at all.

Coralie walked over to Skylar's side, touched his forehead and said, "I don't know if you have any

cooling patches for fever at home. Anyway, I bought some from the supermarket just now."

She took the plastic bag at the door and found a box of cooling patches in it. Then, she opened one of

the patches and placed it on Skylar's forehead.

"What's this? It's so cooling."

Skylar seemed to be more clear-headed. However, he was still in a daze. He wanted to resist, but

Coralie blocked him.

When he moved his large palm downward, he only managed to press Coralie's soft fingers.

"Don't pull it off. It's effective."

Coralie pressed on the patch with her hand and she tried to persuade him.

"Then, you must stay here. Don't leave."

Skylar put one hand on the table to support his head. It was obvious that he felt uncomfortable as his

complexion was sallow. The best option for him was to rest in bed, but instead, he chose to wait here

and watch Coralie.

Coralie sat on the chair at the dining table and looked at him.

It was very quiet, and only the bubbling sound from the pot could be heard.

After a while, Coralie looked at Skylar and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

She could see that Skylar was a little absent-minded, and he seemed groggy. Previously, he was

clearly in a state of half-consciousness.

After all, Skylar would never listen to her when he was fully awake.

How could he be so kind to her? When Skylar was clear-headed, he would only say, "You were hired to

bring me pleasure."

"Coralie."

Skylar looked at her and answered without hesitation.

"Are you confusing me with someone else?"

"Beep."

As soon as Coralie asked this question, the porridge was ready. The beeping sound from the pot was

very loud, and it muffled the last few words of Coralie's question swiftly.

"What did you ask?"

Skylar didn't hear her question clearly.

"Nothing. I'll bring the porridge up. Lie in bed and I will feed you."

She had always been taking care of people like this.

Also, she didn't want to probe into this matter anymore.

Coralie already knew deep down the answer to her question, but she refused to admit it. In fact,

Skylar's attitude toward Corrine Quincy and herself was very obvious.

At this moment, she thought that Skylar was really confused, and that he mistook her for Corrine.

After pouring some porridge in a bowl, Coralie and Skylar went upstairs together. She fed him the

porridge and some antipyretics.

"Lie down next to me here."

Skylar's bed was around two meters wide. This was large enough for two people.

After finishing the porridge, he suddenly pulled back the blanket on the other side. As he spoke, he

dragged Coralie to the bed.

"Well, I... I'll sleep in the guest room."

Coralie was frightened and she wanted to leave, but Skylar held her firmly with his arm. He didn't mind

that she hadn't changed into her pajamas. He covered her with the blanket and held her with one hand.

"I..."

"Shut up."

Coralie was about to speak, but he ordered her to stop.

He was obviously sick. Although he seemed weak, there were times that he seemed to possess great

strength.

Lying beside Skylar, Coralie felt the rhythm of his even breathing. With his eyes closed, Coralie

observed him. His handsome side profile, and everything that she saw, caused her heart to skip a beat.

It was obvious that she was no longer young, but her heart began to beat faster. Coralie thought that

she was quite ridiculous.

However, thinking of his gentle behavior, and his dependence on her just now, she realized that he

might have confused her with another woman. This caused her to feel utterly despondent.

She lied there quietly. Perhaps it was due to the medicine that he had taken, but he fell asleep quickly

and withdrew his arm.

Coralie heaved a sigh of relief. She lifted the blanket, turned over, and got out of bed.