Julian rushed to Knight Corporation at full speed.
Thanks to Evelyn's heads-up, he breezed straight into her office without any hold-up.
As soon as she heard movement, Evelyn looked up—and their eyes met.
She gave a soft smile. "You're here."
"Yeah." Julian's voice was low and raspy. "You keep working. I'll just sit and wait."
Evelyn frowned and got up, walking toward him. "What's up with your voice? Did you catch a cold?"
She had noticed his voice sounded hoarse on the phone earlier. At the time, she just thought he'd just woken up.
But hearing him in person now, it seemed even worse.
As she got closer, she noticed a faint flush on Julian's cheeks—definitely not normal.
She bent down and reached out to feel his forehead. "You've got a fever. Didn't you feel it
