Chapter 447

This time, Pierre didn't grab Calla's wrist to prevent her from leaving as he had before.

The next moment, Calla slipped on her shoes and fled.

It wasn't until he heard the soft sound of the door closing that Pierre opened his drowsy eyes. Calla had left only a dim wall lamp on for him.

He rested his head on his arms, gazing at the ceiling, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

Earlier that afternoon, he had been cursing this sudden cold. When he got home from work last night, his body was so sore that he couldn't even get out of bed.

But now, he believed that this cold was a blessing in disguise—especially the high fever. It had brought him unexpected gains.

Pierre buried his face in the blanket, inhaling deeply. There was a scent left by Calla, a pleasant smell that left him savoring.

Calla returned to the unit across from Pierre's. After checking on Clover, who was sound asleep, she turned and went into the bathroom to shower.

The hot water rained down on her, was