Love's Change of Heart

Chapter 833 Lost All Sense of Propriety

In the bedroom, Louis took a blanket out of the wardrobe and paused when he passed by the bathroom.

The glass door was covered in mist, making the figure inside blurry and indistinct.

He only glanced at it before quickly averting his gaze, feeling a slight lump in his throat. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

After standing still for two seconds, he quickened his pace and left.

Louis closed the window, placed the blanket on the couch, and lay down.

With his hands behind his head, he picked up a book and flipped through it. However, he unexpectedly couldn't focus on a single word.

The sound of water from the bathroom continued, and the image he had just seen involuntarily replayed in his mind.

As his eyelids twitched, he felt a rush of blood to both his head and a "certain" place.

Taking a deep breath, he covered his face with the book and closed his eyes.

When Daphne finished showering, she intended to hang up her hoodie. However, it being half-wet on top of having a strange smell of detergent made her uncomfortable.

So she decided to wash the hoodie as well. She could just order takeout and buy a new one. There was nothing that couldn't be bought on the delivery platform nowadays.

After washing the hoodie, Daphne found a hanger in the bathroom and brought it over. She leaned in and took a sniff, noting that it had a pleasant smell.

It was the clean and refreshing scent that Louis usually had on him.

Just as she was about to leave the bathroom, her gaze fell on the mirror at the entrance.

Standing at 5.5 feet, she was quite tall. However, Louis' clothes were loose on her.

And below that were her jeans.

Good.

Everything seemed fine, other than her slightly oversized top.

There was nothing suggestive about her appearance.

As Daphne walked a few steps, she saw Louis lying on the couch with a book covering his face.

Beside him was a blanket, indicating that he intended to sleep there.

Daphne sat opposite him and picked up the thermometer on the coffee table. "Did you take your medicine?" she asked.

"I did." His muffled voice came from under the book.

"Let's check your temperature again."

After a moment of silence, Louis took the book down.

Daphne then leaned over and measured his temperature by his ear. When she looked at the reading, her eyebrows pulled together into a frown. 103.46°F?

Why is he getting warmer?

She was about to reach out and touch Louis' forehead when he suddenly grabbed her wrist. His voice was hoarser than before as he uttered, "I feel much better."

Daphne clearly didn't believe him when she heard his voice. "I think you should go to the hospital."

"It's still raining, and I just took medicine. My fever should break by tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, Daphne thought it made sense. The medicine needed time to take effect.

And Louis didn't look like he wanted to go to the hospital either.

Daphne eventually put down the thermometer. "If you still have a fever tomorrow morning, then you really should go to the hospital."

Upon hearing that, Louis let go of her wrist, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he replied in a dry tone, "Okay."

He didn't say anything more, and Daphne didn't say anything either. They just silently looked elsewhere.

Louis was seriously ill, but he refused to go to the hospital. Under these circumstances, Daphne naturally couldn't leave. She trusted him quite a bit. Although he was young, he had a good sense of propriety.

Daphne thought that she would have more experience in life and dating since she was a few years older than him. But ever since she found out that he liked her, their relationship seemed to have always been led by him.

Whether it was discreetly appearing by her side or blatantly intruding into her life, everything he did made her waver.

His being the man she liked made him the most dazzling presence to her.

After a long time, a breeze that seemed to blow in from somewhere finally brought Daphne back to her senses. She said to Louis, "It's getting late. You should go to sleep."

Louis looked at her. "Huh?"

"I'll sleep on the couch. You can go back to the bedroom."

Louis refused to do that. "No need."

Daphne stood up. "Don’t be so gentlemanly at this time. You're still sick. Sleeping here will only make it worse..."

As she spoke, she reached out to pull Louis while her other hand lifted the blanket.

Her sudden actions caught Louis off guard. It was already too late by the time he wanted to grab the blanket.

Before Daphne could finish her sentence, the room fell silent again. Unlike before, there was now a hint of a different kind of warmth in the space.

In the air, the scent of hormones from both the man and woman silently collided, as if trying to tear open a huge rift in this dark night.

The impending ambiguity, restrained breaths, and suppressed desires all rushed out of the rift, almost devouring them.

Like rapidly growing vines, they filled the entire room in an instant.

After a few seconds of silence, Daphne pretended as if nothing had happened and put down the blanket again. "You should sleep here, I—"

She was about to turn around and leave, but she realized that the hand she was holding had somehow grabbed onto her in return.

As Louis looked at her, his eyes were pitch black and quiet. However, they burned so intensely that she couldn't meet his gaze.

The place where he held her wrist was scorching, making her soul tremble.

Daphne was about to speak when Louis' hoarse voice interrupted her. "Can I kiss you?"

Daphne's eyelashes trembled at those words. She couldn't answer him.

How was she supposed to answer this...

Furthermore, she had a feeling that it would be even harder for them to control themselves after a kiss, considering how the atmosphere had already escalated to this level.

Although she knew in her heart that she shouldn't do this, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

She even thought, what was the harm in being reckless just this once?

He had once sacrificed his own future and prospects for her. Just what was she afraid of?

In these few seconds, Daphne thought about many things. She thought about Theodore, the security guards in the neighborhood who had been extra caring toward her because of Louis, and Louis standing outside her building all night.

Those chaotic scenes kept appearing in her mind, confusing both her and her conscience.

It was until she felt a slight pain on the tip of her tongue.

Daphne finally snapped back to reality and realized that she had unknowingly lain down on the couch.

The man who she had praised for having a sense of propriety in her mind just a while ago had now lost control himself. His scorching breath that caressed her ear carried a distinct hint of desire.

As Louis' kisses landed on her fair neck, each touch felt like it was about to set her skin on fire.

However, just as Daphne grabbed the fabric on his waist and closed her eyes, the man suddenly stopped.

Under the light, Daphne opened her eyes and saw his eyes moist, and his lips swollen from being bitten.

Louis shifted his gaze and sat up instead. His prominent Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he rasped, "You should go to bed."