When I realized that Charles had fooled me, I was very upset. Just when I was about to push him away, he raised his hand and touched my forehead as he said in a nervous voice, "Scarlett, you seem to be burning up. Do you have a fever?"
"Really? I don't know." Thinking that I was only feeling weak because Charles had scared me, I touched my forehead.
He gently put me on the bed and covered me with the blanket as he said, "Hold on a minute."
He then quickly walked to the living room, found a thermometer, and handed it to me. "Check your temperature."
Taking the thermometer from him, I pouted.
Charles glanced at me, and said, "You are an adult. Don't you know it when you are sick?"
I got up in a hurry and defended myself, "I thought that it was because of lack of sleep. I should be fine if I just rest for a while. Besides, you scared me with your inexplicable words this morning, so it's your fault."
Seeing that I was wronged, his expression softened. He reached out and rubbed my nose with a helpless look in his eyes as he said, "It's my fault, yes. Lie down and rest like a good girl."