Chapter 435 How Long Will You Let That Woman Fool You

• By the time morning came, Justin Howard’s fever had finally broken. All through the night, Celia kept waking up, laying a hand on his forehead, terrified the fever might spike. Close to dawn, she felt the heat fade—his temperature was back to normal.
• She’d meant to leave once he seemed better, but exhaustion washed over her. She collapsed onto the bed and drifted into sleep.
• Maybe it was the toll of the fever. Justin snored loud enough to jolt Celia awake. It was already eight.