CHAPTER 75

Gabriel remained silent. Seeing her figure that returned to her room, he lowered his eyes and his long body fell back onto the sofa. He laid down with his arm behind his back, picked up the light source and turned off all the lights in the hall.

The moonlight outside the window scattered onto the beige curtain in front of the French window, which was sparkling white. In the darkness, his gaze was as calm and tranquil as the stars in the sky, not as bright as it used to be.

He felt that he had taken the medicine, that the heat had not yet subsided, but he did not want to care. The drowsiness came over him, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Although he was sleeping, Cynthia was not able to fall asleep. Her heart was indeed in turmoil, and could not rest in peace. She knew that when her son was hot, he would repeat it for two to three days, but she wasn't too sure if Gabriel's heat was repetitive.

Plus, he had been drinking a little today, so he had taken a measure of 38.5 degrees.