Upon hearing this, Sienna Harrison's eyes twitched, and she stared closely at his eyes, wide open in shock, unable to speak for a moment.
This man was always elegant and refined, and he didn't seem like someone who would ever say such things. In fact, since they had met, he had never spoken like this, even in bed. After making love, even sweet nothings were rare for him to say.
Not to mention words like these.
"Jaysen Smith, what's gotten into you?"
As Sienna spoke, her hand instinctively reached for his forehead, only to find it scalding hot to the touch. Worried, she blurted out, "My God, you have a fever? Is it making you talk nonsense?"
Fever? A fever that causes irrational behavior?
Jaysen didn't know whether Sienna was genuinely naïve or just pretending. Either way, he was utterly speechless. "Sienna Harrison, have you ever heard of a fever that makes people blush and pant? Is this a fever? Fucking hell, it's clearly being in heat!"
Sienna Harrison: "..."