Aurora Sinclair's expression shifted slightly. She pressed her lips together and walked into the inner room.
She found Alvin Morgan lying on a single bed, coughing violently in pain.
She hurried over and placed her hand on his forehead.
"Morgan, you're feeling sick again?"
"Mmm..." Alvin Morgan suppressed the strange sensation in his throat, letting out a hoarse sound.
"Open your mouth. I'm going to spray this." Aurora Sinclair opened the throat-soothing spray in her hand, ready to administer it.
Seeing this, Luna Jennings forgot all about the handsome man and rushed into the room. "Aurora, you shouldn't lie down when you're coughing. Have Professor Morgan sit up."
"Huh?"
"If you cough while lying down, saliva can go down your windpipe and make it worse..."
Alvin Morgan: ...
Aurora Sinclair set the spray bottle aside and helped him sit up. Luna Jennings's heart clenched. 'Aurora is just too considerate of him.'
