Rosaline's POV: The sky was clear and bright the next day. Sunlight streamed through the window too brightly that it made my eyes squint. I slowly opened my eyes as I rubbed them. The first thing I saw was Caden's incredibly handsome face. "Rosaline, you're awake?" Caden sat at the bedside, with his voice carrying a hint of relief and joy. "Caden? Why are you in my room?" I asked him. Caden gazed at me deeply, then said, "You had an allergic reaction and a fever last night. I was worried, so I stayed to be with you." Allergicreaction? Fever? I rubbed my forehead, trying to recall yesterday's events. I remembered now. It was the opening ceremony of "The Call of the Wolf". I was on stage with Jasper, answering questions from the reporters. That was when I suddenly had the allergic reaction. I felt awful and was swarmed by the reporters. It was Caden who drove them away and carried me to the car. After that ... Whathappenedafterthat? I couldn't quite remember. "How do you feel now?" Caden asked softly. His question made me realize that my body still felt a little itchy. I glanced down at myself. My shoulders and chest were no longer as red and swollen as before, and most of the rash had faded. "I'm much better now. Thanks to you yesterday. Thank you," I smiled. "No need for thanks," Caden said, his voice was smooth and steady. "As long as you're okay, that's all that matters." Meeting his intense gaze and hearing his concerned words, it felt warm. Only then did I notice the faint exhaustion on his face. He looked tired and slightly worn out. "You didn't stay up all night, did you?" I asked. "Yeah," Caden nodded casually. As if remembering something, he picked up a bottle of medicine from the bedside table, poured out a pill, and handed it to me. "This is the medication Derrick prescribed for you. It works well. You took one last night, and you're already feeling much better today." "You fed me the medicine last night?" I asked instinctively as I took the pill from him. Caden raised an eyebrow and gave me a meaningful look. "Who else then?" I glanced at the pill in my hand. I had been feverish and was out of it last night. Howexactly had he givenmesuch a largepill? Flashes of hazy, inappropriate images surfaced in my mind. Last night, I vaguely remembered someone holding me, kissing me, making me couldn't breathe properly. Bits and pieces of Caden feeding me medicine started surfacing in my memory. My face instantly heated up. "Rosaline, why are you blushing?" Caden narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression amused. I was flustered and quickly said, "Ugh, maybe my fever isn't completely gone yet!" "Is that so?" He smirked knowingly. Seeing that mischievous glint in his eyes, I rolled my eyes at him, then got out of bed to grab the ointment I had made myself. Even though Derrick's medicine was effective, it hadn't completely cured the reaction. If I combined it with my ointment, perhaps I would recover faster. Just as I stepped out of the bed, Caden pushed me back down. "What are you doing?" I frowned.He leaned over me, his arms holding my shoulders as he stared down. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? You're still recovering, and you're already running around? Derrick told you to rest, so just do as he said." Staring at his ridiculously handsome face up close, I felt my cheeks start to burn again. I took a deep breath. "Move aside, you're pressing on me ... " Instead of moving, Caden came closer, smirking and said cheekily, "Nope." I glared at him, annoyed and said, "Move! I need to get my ointment." "What ointment?" He looked confused. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I pushed him away. "The anti-allergy ointment I made by myself." "I'll get it for you," said Caden, as he pulled me back into bed before I could stand up again. His voice was calm as he asked, "Where is it?" I pointed at my suitcase. "In the side compartment." "Got it," he said, casting a gentle glance at me before heading over. "Stay put and rest." Something about his care, made me felt warmth spreading through my heart. It felt comforting, and special. Caden found the ointment and turned back to confirm with me, "Is this it?" "Yeah." I nodded. Caden sat back at the bedside. "Give it to me," I reached out to Caden, trying to get the ointment from him. Instead of handing it to me, he simply looked at me and said, "I'll do it." "Huh?" Before I could react, he had already opened the ointment. His slender fingers scooped out a bit of the cool, white ointment and gently applied it to my skin. The warmth of his fingertips mixed with the coolness of the ointment as he massaged it into my face. It felt like soft feathers brushing against my skin—tingly and soothing.My cheeks started heating up again. And my heartbeat slightly accelerated.