"Don't be angry..."

Lola Hussey allowed his hand to rest against her forehead, standing still.

It turns out that he put his hand in his pocket because it was wet and a little cold.

He waited for it to warm up before feeling her forehead temperature.

When he removed his hand, Lola said, "The fever is gone. I can feel it."

After that, she looked up at him, "Did you come here because you knew I was sick? Did Frankie Foster tell you? Actually, you didn't have to come; I'm not that sick... "

"I'm already here."

Ethan Ainsley grabbed her hand.

Her hand was small in his palm. It seemed like she was small in every way to him. Silently following him, she was led to sit on a high stool outside the kitchen counter.

"Wait a little longer. It'll be ready soon."

With that, he turned and went back to the kitchen counter.