Everything went still.
Mia Grant blinked, completely unaware of how intriguing her words sounded.
Her reasoning was simple.
If there was only one bed, someone would have to sleep on the sofa or the floor.
She certainly wasn't going to put herself out.
And Felix Sinclair was sick.
So, sleeping together was the best option.
'The bed's huge, anyway. We can just take one side each.'
'Besides, with Felix Sinclair's rigid personality and his current weakened state, there's no need to even think of him as a man.'
Felix Sinclair stared at her for a long time, but her expression remained as candid as ever.
After a long moment of eye contact, he blinked his sore, feverish eyes and gently closed them.
"What do you want to eat tonight?"
Hearing this, Mia Grant paused for a second before quickly replying, "I'm good with anything. What about you?"
"Whatever you want."
