The Plot.

Fiona's POV

I took a deep breath as I pressed the bell. The only reason I had accepted his invitation was to satisfy my curiosity.

"Hey," Alexander said as he pushed open the door. He looked as though he was ill.

I walked in, brushing his hands, which were so hot. I tried to ignore it but saw him struggle to walk. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah," he coughed lightly. "I know it's hard seeing me after everything I did, but I promise it was a mistake. I was drunk."

"It's..."

"Jasmine," he stopped me from speaking, "she has been on my neck for years now. It's my fault, I know, but I don't want you to suffer for my mistakes."

I moved closer to him, placing my hands on his forehead. "I promised never to speak to you," I said, helping him to the sofa, "however, it's just for today."

"Fiona?"

"Your temperature is unreasonably high. I think you have a fever. Wait here," I said, finding my way into the kitchen. I soaked a napkin with cold water and walked back out. "You need to lie on the bed. Wher