With that, he took out the thermometer, threw the sheets open, and
stuck it under Stella‘s armpit without any warning.
Stella felt the chill and struggled instinctively.
Weston pressed her arm down.
“Don‘t move. We‘ll need to do this again if the measurement is inaccurate.”
When Stella was still in a daze from her fever, he had to take her temperature so many times.
“Why don‘t you just use a thermometer gun?” Stella asked.
The moment she asked that, a thought came to mind, and she kept quiet.
Weston glanced at her. “You remember?”
Stella kept silent and scrunched her nose.
When Weston was sick previously, she tried to use the thermometer gun to take his
temperature but ended up breaking it because she didn‘t know how to use it.
Joan probably hadn’t found the time to buy a new one.
A moment’s silence later, Weston looked at the time. “All right, it‘s done.”
He parted the sheets again to retrieve the thermometer.
However, Stella immediately said, “I‘ll do it myself.”
She sat up, crinkling the sheets as she did so.
She took out the thermometer and glanced at it.
Weston stood there and asked, “How high is it?”
Stella paused and didn‘t say a word.
She actually didn‘t know how to read
the thermometer. She only knew that she needed to look at the silver line, but she didn‘t know which lin
e it was. In fact, she thought she could see many lines reflecting in the thin
glass tube and couldn‘t find the most obvious one.
“98 degrees, I suppose.” She felt like her body temperature had returned
to normal and randomly blurted out some number.
Weston looked calmly at her, “98 point...?”
Again, Stella gave him a random number.
The corners of his mouth lifted. “You can see the decimal?”
“Isn‘t it written on the scale…” Stella insisted.
Weston saw through her immediately. “You don‘t know how to read off a thermometer?”
Stella kept silent.
He was right.
Her parents had never taught her how to use one when she
was young. She also didn‘t know how to identify counterfeit notes. She was clueless about things that r
equired her to use her sight as a gauge.
Weston chuckled and sat next to her, wrapping her in his embrace. “I‘ll teach you.”
She did feel much better than before, but she could
still sense the heat spreading from her back because she still had a fever.
Men usually had higher body temperatures than women.
She couldn’t concentrate as she felt Weston leaning into her ear and speaking in that
lush, deep tone of his, like a cello.
“Very simple. Just look at this. There is a very obvious silver line here.”
Stella pursed her lips and looked at where he
was pointing. After adjusting her angle several times, she finally saw what he
was talking about. “It‘s very simple indeed…”
Weston kissed her cheeks. “Something so simple, and you only figured it out now?”
Stella shook her head. “I just never had a chance to learn it...”
“Just like how you don‘t know how to play billiards?”
Stella remembered the day when Weston brought her to the
club to play billiards. On second thought, Weston had indeed taught her many new things.
Aside from the hurt he caused, she had learned an unfathomable amount of things
from him. Including one painful lesson too many.
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