Fit For Your Love

Rachel was looking at him, but the way she looked at him was different.

She looked at him in a confused way. It seemed that he was a stranger to her.

Everett stopped there, clenching his hand before he could open the door.

Their eyes met, and it was unusually quiet.

Coco did not notice the strange atmosphere in the bedroom. When she saw the person who came in, she ran over happily and grabbed Everett's hand tightly. "Daddy, mommy is awake!" She pulled Everett over.

With Coco's voice, the doubt in Rachel's eyes disappeared, and clearness emerged.

She said, "Everett."

She smiled so gently.

Everett loosened his grip. He stopped in front of the bed and held her hand. "Are you awake?"© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

His voice was low, as magnetic as ever.

But...

"I'm awake."

Rachel looked at Everett's hand. "Are you hot?"

He held her hand, and she could clearly feel the heat coming from his hand.

Holding her hand, he paused and then released it.

But for a moment, he held her hand again. "No."

Rachel was surprised.

She subconsciously wanted to pull back her hand and touch his forehead.

How could he sweat if he was not hot?

Unless he was sick.

But just as she was about to move her hand, Everett held it even tighter, holding her five fingers together and squeezing them. It hurt so much.

Rachel frowned and looked at Everett. "Everett, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Instead of saying that her hand hurt, she asked him.

Rachel's pain was replaced by worry.

She was worried about him.

In an instant, he tightened his grip on Rachel's hand.

Finally, Rachel showed that she felt pain.

However, she reached out her other hand to touch Everett's forehead.

She felt his forehead, then her own, to make sure he didn't have a fever. She was relieved.

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief, but soon she was nervous again.

"Everett, are you feeling unwell?"

His was so tight that it hurt her. He had never done this before.

Everett looked at Rachel and finally said, "Do you feel painful?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't you feel pain since I hold you that tightly?"

Rachel was stunned.

Everett lowered his head and approached her, his face almost touching hers.

He stared at her and said in a low voice, "Rachel, if it hurts, tell me."

Then, he took her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

He kept closing his arms.

It seemed that he wanted her to say it.

However...

"Everett, did you smoke?"

Everett paused.

Rachel's face was pressed against Everett's chest, and she smelled something familiar about him.

And the faint smell of tobacco.

She frowned and continued, "It's not good to smoke. Stop smoking."

She looked up at him, her clear eyes filled with anticipation. "Okay?"

Everett's heart ached as he looked at her clear eyes.

Why did he know his true feelings so late?

Why was he so smart in everything but turned into a fool when with her?

"Olivia, tell me why."

Rachel woke up, but she forgot again.

She forgot that Coco was sick, that she had fainted, and that terrible thing.

"Mommy, have you really forgotten?"

Coco sat on the dining table with a spoon in her small hand, her legs swaying. And she looked at Rachel with her bright eyes.