The Game To Own

Lenora's Pov:

After Tara left, Richard retreated back into the mansion and I called after him, “Richard, wait!”

He stopped and turned in response.

I walked up to him and placed my palm on his forehead, confirming my suspicion. “You're burning up.” I stated.

“I know.” He replied, taking my palm off his forehead and continuing his stride.

“Do I need to call Vanya?” I asked.

“No.” He responded, sharply. “I'm fine.”

“Let me at least come with you.” I insisted.

“I said, I'm fine!” He yelled, and I saw him stumble a bit as he walked.

I went after him, “Are you really going to act like this, even in this state?” I scolded, and he let out a deep sigh of exasperation.

“I'm fine, satisfied?” He sighed, going up the stairs. “And don't follow me, you're only going to worsen my headache with your nagging.”

“It's called caring, which I'm sure you can't relate with.” I snapped back.

“Why do you care?” He retorted.

And I raised my hand at him, showing off the ring on my finger, “In case you've