At this moment, she was burning up with fever, but despite the heat, her body felt waves of bone-chilling cold.
She curled up in Jesse Rowan's arms, trembling uncontrollably.
She was only wearing some close-fitting clothes underneath, with a cashmere blanket Jesse had thrown over her.
"Cold… cold…" She could only manage the single word through chattering teeth, her face unnaturally flushed.
"Cold? Then why didn't you put on some clothes!" Jesse shot her a glare and wrapped the blanket around her more forcefully. "Damn it, how dare you not listen to me."
Jesse Rowan was used to being spoiled, and he couldn't stand Joan Harry's attitude toward him.
Raindrops fell against the car windows, tapping with a "thump, thump" sound.
Outside, the heavy rain didn't seem to let up.
The Lamborghini took a sharp turn and stopped at the hospital entrance.
It wasn't too late, just a bit past seven.
