Claiming Her Back novel (Jessica and Lucas)

Chapter 86

Jessica slept until nearly 10 a.m. For someone as self-disciplined as Jessica, that rarely happened.

Jessica struggled up, feeling her body a little hotter than usual, and her head ached as well.

She took out an electronic thermometer from the drawer and checked her body temperature. As assumed, she had a fever.

Jessica sent a message to Wendy. After that, she covered herself with a blanket and fell asleep again.

Probably because Jessica was sick, she dreamed of her past.

For example, in high school, a few street gangs once stopped Jessica. One of them attacked her and she thus fainted. Later, a schoolboy saved Jessica. In her dream, Jessica saw a boy run over and hug her.

Then she dreamed that she was in the hospital with Morgan and May by her side.

The nurse said that the boy who sent Jessica to the hospital did not leave any personal information. The only thing he left was a baseball jacket. The jacket was stained with blood. When May washed it, she found a note inside.

The note said, "Lucas..."

Jessica suddenly woke up. When Jessica saw the white ceiling above her head, she finally realized that she had been dreaming just now. Jessica raised her hand to wipe off the sweat on her forehead, got up, and got changed. She then undrew the curtains.

It was noon. The sun was blindingly shining.

Jessica stood in front of the French window for quite some time before she went to wash up.

When the cold water splashed on her face, Jessica trembled.

Jessica looked at herself in the mirror, only to find herself sick and pale.

Jessica's phone vibrated. She turned around and picked it up. "Hello?"

"What happened to you?" Hearing Jessica's low and husky voice, Terry frowned subconsciously.

When Jessica heard the voice, she realized that it was Terry speaking. She coughed twice and slowed her voice. "What's up?" Terry didn't answer Jessica's question. Instead, he said, "Did you catch a cold? Have you gone to the hospital yet?" Jessica had a sudden headache. She didn't have much patience for Terry. Jessica frowned and said, "It's no biggie I gotta go." With that, Jessica hung up the call and went out to pour herself a glass of water. She then sat on the sofa drinking water After that, Jessica felt much better. She leaned on the sofa and looked at the dangling tail of the cat clock that Hannah had given her When the doorbell rang, Jessica went to answer the door When she opened the door and saw Terry, she paused. *Terry? "You are not dreaming. It is me."

Terry smiled and placed his hand on Jessica's forehead.

Jessica didn't have enough time to dodge Terry's hand, so she could only watch as he placed his hand on her forehead.

Terry knew Jessica had a fever once he touched her.

He noticed Jessica's gaze and looked down at her. "Aren't you afraid of suddenly falling in love with me if you keep looking at me like this?"

Hearing that, Jessica came back to her senses. She retracted her gaze and took a step back. "I caught a cold. I won't be able to treat you as a guest. No matter what you wanna talk about, we should talk abou it later."

With that, Jessica was about to close the door when Terry reached in and stopped her. "I came here only to see you. You are sick. Why don't you go to the hospital? You are not a child anymore, Jessica!" Jessica was not as strong as Terry, so he easily pushed the door open and walked in. He looked down and smiled at her. "Change your clothes. I'll take you to the hospital."

As soon as Terry finished speaking, someone knocked on the door.

Terry raised an eyebrow and turned to answer the door.

"Hello, here's your takeout. Good appetite!"

Terry took over the takeout and couldn't help but click his tongue as he looked back at Jessica. "You didn't eat anything?"

Jessica sat on the sofa and replied flatly.

Jessica's whole body was weak. She felt so dizzy, and she wasn't really in the mood to talk so much.

Terry brought the takeout over. He held a spoon and looked at Jessica with a sly smile. "Do you still have the strength to eat? If you don't, I will spoon-feed you."

"Terry, I don't feel well." Jessica looked at him and said.

With that, Terry stopped smiling. "Then be a good girl and don't move. I'll feed you."

Terry meant what he said without the usual playful look on his face.

Jessica paused for a moment. Terry had already scooped a spoonful of corn soup and brought it to her lips. "It's not hot anymore."

Jessica reacted much more slowly than usual because of her illness. She looked up at Terry when the sunlight happened to cast on his face, which covered his face with tenderness. Seeing Jessica not moving, Terry touched her lips with the spoon.

Jessica came back to her senses and opened her mouth, putting the spoonful of corn soup into her mouth.

Terry was right. It wasn't hot at all.

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