The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory

Aunt Lee was clearly startled, "Fever?"

"Yeah." Mia Ginger nodded, "His forehead is really hot, must be a fever. Can you find a thermometer? I’ll check his temperature."

"Was it from being in the wind too long yesterday? It’s all my fault," Aunt Lee turned off the stove, stepping towards the hall while blaming herself, "If I’d known, I should have persuaded him yesterday. Such strong wind, even a body of steel would get sick..."

While muttering, she suddenly shifted tone, "Here, the thermometer, hurry and take it in."

Mia Ginger nodded and consoled her, "Don’t worry, Brother Jackson’s health is usually good; a bit of medicine should be fine."

"Okay, okay." Aunt Lee nodded and urged her back to the room.

Mia Ginger didn’t linger, quickly passing through the hall and corridor to the master bedroom.

She hadn’t entered yet when she heard an angry voice, "Get out!"

The voice was hoarse but cold enough to drop icicles.

Mia Ginger was puzzled, then heard two familiar dog barks.

Uh-oh!

The chancellor and she had been together for a long time, sometimes waking up in the morning would lick her hand, even her cheek.

She brought the chancellor last night, and when she woke up, the chancellor was lying at Koa Jackson’s feet, watched her wash up, then lay on the carpet asleep again.

Could it have... licked Koa Jackson?

Mia Ginger was apprehensive, quickly stepping inside.

Sure enough—

Koa Jackson was already awake, sitting on the bed with an angry face, staring coldly at the chancellor.

The chancellor was just trying to be friendly, knowing Koa and Mia had a close relationship, and didn’t see her upon waking, so stood up and licked his hand.

Who would have thought, Koa Jackson would sit up as soon as he opened his eyes.

And scold it?!

The chancellor was deeply hurt, with a sulking face, walked over to Mia Ginger, wagging its tail gently.

"There there, Brother Jackson’s not feeling well." Mia Ginger cooed softly, raising her hand to stroke its head two times, the chancellor crouching and sitting on the carpet by her leg.

Koa Jackson glanced at her, then got up to go to the bathroom.

His physical health was always good, just a fever, not bedridden.

Mia Ginger was taken aback, hurriedly following him, urging, "Brother Jackson, you have a fever. I brought the thermometer, let me check you first."

"I’m fine." Koa Jackson washed his hands under the running water.

Mia Ginger stared at him foolishly for a while, her gaze lingering on his sharp jawline, ...

Koa Jackson appeared slim in clothes, a natural clothes hanger, but had extremely perfect six-pack abs.

Not overly muscular or fierce, but just right.