Crazy but sweet

 LOLA POV...

 "What?" Jolie asked like he didn't hear me correctly.

 "I'm going to act like a nurse, take care of you, and attend to all your needs," I beamed.

 "Please call 911 so they'll be on their way before you kill me," he muttered, shaking under the blanket.

 "If you value your life, you'll shut up and let me help you get better. Tell me, what do you need right now?" I asked, biting my thumb.

 "Is that really a question? You’ve got to be kidding me right now..." He choked on his words and clutched his chest. "Lola, you'll give me high blood pressure before you even think of curing me. Drugs! I need drugs! Isn't it obvious?"

 My eyes widened. "Of course... How could I be so smart?" I chuckled, shaking my head at my own brilliance.

 I rummaged through the drawers and pulled out some fever-relieving pills.

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 SELEN POV

 "Brian, I said go away!" I yelled.

 The door burst open. Brian barged in, looking just as arrogant as ever.

 "If you're looking for a man who’ll fall at your feet before you forgive him, then I’m sorry to disappoint you—I'm not that man. You'll have to forgive me, Selen. I've been begging for a while now," he said, staring deep into my eyes.

 "You're so annoying, Brian!" I rasped.

 "Yes, I know," he said, rolling his eyes. "But I'm still sorry."

 Before I could respond, he turned and left the room.

 "Come, let's have breakfast. I'm famished!" he called over his shoulder.

 I sighed heavily but got out of bed and trailed behind him.

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 LOLA POV...

 I sat beside Jolie, watching him shiver.

 "If only you weren’t so stubborn and actually heeded my advice. The honeymoon ghost is really angry with you," I teased, grinning.

 "God! I've never been this sick in my life. Everywhere feels like Antarctica. The blankets are useless. Lola, you must be bad luck. I should have left you at Grandpa's mansion and returned home alone," he groaned, his voice shaking.

 "The honeymoon ghost will increase the cold if you keep saying nonsense," I said, smacking his arm.

 "Ouch! What kind of nurse are you?" he glared at me, exasperated.

 I ignored him and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Afterward, I pulled off my clothes and wrapped a towel around my body.

 I was about to turn on the shower when I heard Jolie coughing violently. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

 I ran back into the bedroom. His coughing fit was subsiding, but he still looked miserable.

 "Lola, get me warm water. Damn it—warm water!" he groaned.

 "What?" I yelped, gripping my towel tighter.

 "Now!" he barked, his body twitching.

 Muttering under my breath, I tightened the end of my towel to ensure it wouldn't fall and rushed downstairs.

 I arrived at the kitchen and poured warm water into a glass from the dispenser.

 When I returned, I found Jolie sitting up on the bed, looking absolutely pitiful.

 I took a few careful steps toward him. Just as I was about to hand him the glass, I felt my towel slipping.

 Oh no.

 I jerked, my hands flying to my chest to pin the towel in place—

 The tray wobbled—

 The glass tipped—

 And the next thing I heard was—

 "LOLA! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Jolie roared.

 My eyes widened in horror.

 Oh, God.

 The warm water had spilled all over him.

 I dropped the tray onto the bedside table and staggered toward him. "Sorry! I was just trying to grab my towel before it fell!" I panicked.

 He groaned and quickly removed his soaked trousers, rubbing his arm where the water had spilled.

 "Do you have a death wish, Lola?" he demanded, his jaw tight with frustration.

 "I was trying not to lose my human dignity!" I shot back.

 "I'm your husband. We're married! What part have I not seen, Lola Fayas?" he argued, glaring at me.

 "Well, I haven't seen your whole body," I retorted, folding my arms smugly.

 He shook his head in disbelief as he finished stripping off his trousers, now only in his boxers.

 "Says the same woman who left all these hickeys on my body," he pointed at his bare chest, which, now that I looked, was indeed covered in my handiwork.

 I smirked. "Well, at least you're still warm enough to complain."

 "I'm doomed. I’m so doomed for marrying you," he muttered, shaking his head.

 I turned to walk into the bathroom, rolling my eyes, but before I could shut the door—

 Jolie followed me in.

 In his boxers.

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 BRIAN POV

 Selen is too dumb to carry out the diabolical plan I’ve created.

 I need smarter people. Ruthless, intelligent minds that won't hesitate.

 Simply put—I’m going to kill Lola.

 There’s no doubt she’s already pregnant, so once I get rid of her, I’ll have Jolie and the old man slaughtered, and all their wealth will transfer to me.

 If I kill Jolie first, Lola will inherit everything and might flee the country, f

orcing me to go on a wild goose chase.

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 No, she must die first.

 Then Jolie.

 Then the old man.

 Just wait and see—Brian will have it all.

 And God help anyone who stands in my way.