Damian Sinclair cooperated this time, sitting on a low stool nearby, making it easier for Bella Acker to move around.
But he was tall with long legs, and when he sat on the low stool, his legs were all curled up, which was very uncomfortable.
Bella Acker applied a fever patch for him and asked, "Damian, did you have breakfast before you came over?"
"I had a cup of coffee," Damian Sinclair said, "It's just a small cold. I'll be fine by tomorrow; you don't need to worry."
"It's almost up to thirty-nine degrees and you call it a small cold. You're really carefree," Bella Acker threw a side-eye at him, and went back inside with the thermometer.
Damian Sinclair, feeling uncomfortable on the low stool, glanced at the still-spinning washing machine, and followed her into the house.
Aunt Sienna, who was helping the kids with reading and writing lessons in the dining room, softly asked when she came in first, "Bella, how's Mr. Sinclair?"
