Chapter 8: Chapter 8

"Stop grinning like an idiot!" Maeve hissed irritatedly before she glanced back at the open door of her apartment.

"The rain is pouring. You told me I'm sick." September shamelessly pointed out. He's obviously happy with how fate works on his favor.

"You have your car. It's not like you'll be on foot on the way home." She retorted as she crossed her arms.

"But I'm sick!" September whined like a child that made Maeve chuckled.

"You said you weren't sick. I thought you're just hungry?" She asked with her right brow raising in an interrogating manner.

September internally scolded himself for being stubborn earlier. Now that luck's on his side, his former words are starting to backfire!

"You just checked my temperature! I'm running a fever right?" He insisted.

Maeve bit her lower lip as she gaze at the man who acts like a kid in front of her, then her eyes would occasionally glance at the almost zero visibility outside.

The rain was indeed pouring. She wasn't sure if there's a storm or if it was just one of her most unfortunate moments.

She sighed after some moments of internal battle. She closed the door before she turned around and stared at the guy with a grim expression.

"Alright, you can sleep here---"

"Thank you!" September interjected enthusiastically. But when he caught her serious face staring at him as he almost jumped in excitement, he immediately altered his expression into something that would somehow resembles that of a sick person.

Maeve shooked her head in amusement with his action. This guy acting to be tough and all but actually acts like a kid.

"You take the couch." She said as she walked towards her room without looking back.

She had been lying on the bed for a while and still, sleep was so evasive. She just keeps on rolling and tossing around her queen sized bed. She got up when she already had enough, her eyes flew to the door of her room.

"I wonder if he's already asleep." She muttered to herself as she had a stare off contest with the door. It took her another set of minutes before she decided to get out of the bed and went out of the room to fetch some milk to help her get some sleep.

She was busy tying her silk robe as she went out of her room when she realized that the lights on the living room was still lit up.

"Geez. He's still awake?" She mindlessly whispered in a low voice before she took her time in walking towards the said area.

"Why are you---" she immediately covered her mouth with her hands when she saw September lying on the couch.

She can't help but wince while watching his uncomfortable position on that medium sized sofa. His large frame is so not helping him in fitting himself in what was supposed to be his bed for the night.

His position says that he tried all sorts of posible position he could think for him to fit but to no avail ended up with just almost half of his body lying on that couch while mid of his thighs down to his feet were way past the length of her couch.

Maeve felt a little bit of guilt letting him sleep in that tiny couch and without any blanket to warm him up. She suddenly remembered that he's sick and immediately went back to her room to retrieve some beddings for him.

She carefully put those blanket over his body, while trying her best not to wake him up. After successfully covering him up. She silently sighed with relief before checking out her work.

September groaned sleepily before pulling the blanket just below his jaw. She struggled not to chuckle with this childlike action before she slid the thermometer she had brought earlier with the beddings under his armpit. She waited until the thermometer rang before she took it and exhaled deeply as she saw his temperature rose a little bit than it did earlier.

The cold weather isn't even helping his condition. She contemplated a bit before she put the thermometer down on the center table and made her way back to her original destination, the kitchen.

She waited patiently as she boil some water in the heater. When the water is all ready, she took out a small basin and grabbed some white towel, poured some hot water on the basin and adding a little amount from the faucet until the water was warm enough.

Maeve rested the small basin on the table just beside the couch September was occupying before she sat on the floor, dampened the white towel with luke water, and used it to gently wipe September's face. It was a method she learned from her mom.

She can hear September's whimpering as if he's in pain from time to time. She got too preoccupied trying to lower down his temperature that she totally lost track of time and she ended up sleeping in a sitting position just beside September.

The scene that welcomed September when he woke up wasn't something that he had expected. His heart felt warm as he saw Maeve's sleeping figure while holding the dampened towel that he was sure was used to help him get through the night.

He was only able to enjoy that scene in a short while as he soon realized how awkward and uncomfortable her position is. He suddenly grew worried and scolded himself for not waking up earlier. He was sure that her body would feel sore later on.

He was about to stand up when he realized that he was sporting a thick blanket. His soft gaze fell back at the sleeping woman beside him.

"What's that cold facade for?" He softly asked, his voice almost resembles a whisper.

He sat properly while his eyes never leaves the woman who was still oblivious of him. He gently brushed away the strands of hair that was stubbornly covering her pretty face.

While watching Maeve's peaceful and steady breathing, all the coldness her pretty face usually exudes were nowhere to be found. She doesn't even looked like a strict boss who almost always gets under the skin of her employees.

"Stop staring," September's thoughts about an angelic and cheerful Maeve was immediately erased when she suddenly spoke. Eyes still closed, she guided herself up to a standing position before doing a slight stretching to ease the soreness of some of her muscles.

"How are you feeling?" She asked as she opened her eyes and it immediately fell on the guy who was staring at her in amusement.

"Much much better." He said with a smile.

"Good." She said timidly, hiding the awkwardness that was starting to resurface.

"I'll just take a shower, then I'll cook breakfast. Eat first before you go." She said before she leisurely walked towards her room.

Falcon was so puzzled after arriving in the office. He found his boss smiling to almost everyone!

"Sir?" He asked in a cautious voice.

"Yes?" September asked in an almost sing-song tone which startled the butler even more.

"Are you alright, sir?" Falcon asked unable to hide the worry on his voice. He's been working for September for years and he haven't been like this ever. Seeing him act like this is too strange and nerve-wracking for him.

September grinned before playfully throwing a powerless punch on the butler's left shoulder.

"Never been better." September answered followed by a carefree whistling before he disappeared into everyone's sight after the door of his office closed.