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Joe tugged at his tie again. He said gravely, “Skylar, you’re having a fever of 102.2 degrees. You need to take some medicine.” 

Skylar gritted her teeth tightly when she heard the word “medicine“. 

“I hate you, Christopher!” she said in a daze. 

When he heard the name “Christopher” and saw the tears on Skylar’s pretty face, Joe understood why she 

was upset. 

She bit her lips so tightly that they might bleed. 

He frowned and said, “Skylar, wake up.” 

Maybe she had actually bitten through her lips. The pain woke her up, but her head was still throbbing, and 

she still felt weak. 

She saw Joe when she opened her eyes. 

The scene that had felt like a dream dissipated, but her heart was still aching. 

She reached her hand out to Joe. “Thank you. Is that aspirin? Give it to me.” 

Joe gazed at her deeply and passed the medicine and a glass of water to her. 

“I’ll feel better after taking this. Please get some rest, Mr. Martin.” 

Joe said coldly, “You’ll be okay by yourself?” 

Skylar smiled and nodded. “Yes. It’s just a cold and a fever.” It was a minor illness. She can handle it. 

Joe looked at how tough Skylar was behaving now and recalled how delicate she’d looked when she’d been crying. Was she trying to act tough in front of him? 

He considered that possibility and the speculations he’d made about her. Then, he agreed coldly 

leaving Skylar’s room. 

After Joe left, Skylar laid back down. 

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Perhaps the dream had been too real. It made her feel like she’d returned to her previous life. It kept her 

awake. 

Skylar still felt weak, but she felt better since she’d taken a nap and some medicine. 

Her phone rang. She picked it up when she saw that it was Steven who was calling. “Steven.” 

“Why do you sound so weak, Skye? Are you sick?” Steven asked quickly. He’d watch her grow up. He knew 

that this was how she sounded when she was sick. 

Skylar’s eyes turned red. It must have been because she was sick; it made her miss her family. “I’m okay. Steven. It’s just a minor cold. I’ll feel better after a nap.” 

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“Where are you living now? I’m not busy now; I can take care of you.” Steven was worried that Skylar wast alone in a rented house. 

Skylar quickly came up with an excuse. “I’m renting with someone now. My housemate will take care of me. Don’t worry, Steven.” 

She hadn’t figured out how she should inform them about her swift marriage. 

Steven relaxed a little when he heard that someone would take care of Skylar. “Oh, right, is something going on with you and Christopher?” 

“I’ve broken up with him. Has he looked for you?” Skylar licked her fever–dry lips. The pain she felt from the dream seemed to have crept up again. 

“He just called me, asking where you were. You should have broken up with him earlier! I’ve never liked him. I feel like he’s changed for the worse in these last two years, Steven said. 

Skylar said self–deprecatingly, “You’re right.” 

Even Steven had seen that Christopher had become evil. How could she be so blind in her previous life? 

“Steven, come take a look. Don’t you think this thesis looks like yours?” 

Skylar could hear that someone was calling Steven. She asked worriedly, “Has something happened, Steven?”