"Ah... ah..." Felix Shaw suddenly frowned, his face turning pained. Beneath the thin blanket, his body curled up like a boiled shrimp, eyes closed and gasping continuously.
"Stop pretending. I won't forgive you even if you keep pretending!" Seeing Felix feign pain, Mia Foster grew angrier, turned around, swung a long leg off the bed, and was about to slip on her slippers and leave.
"Mia!" Behind her, Felix Shaw's voice was very suppressed, as if he was holding something back. "It really hurts..."
"Hmph!" Before slipping on her slippers, Mia Foster turned her head and glared at Felix Shaw angrily. But after the glare, she was immediately stunned. On the bed, Felix Shaw was hunched over with beads of sweat covering his forehead, his handsome face had changed color. It was clear he wasn't pretending.
