Following your regrettable decision to walk home amidst the cold wind and heavy rain, you fell victim to a bitter cold. It was almost an anticipated outcome that a fever would appear as well.

However, the consequence of Argenti's devoted insistence on cradling you to sleep and tending to your needs throughout the entire week led him to contract your cold.

"I apologise," he sulked, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "My intent was solely to take care of you, my love."

Despite the solemnity of his words, there was an unmistakable twinkle in his eyes, and the unapologetic smile on his face betrayed the fact that he was not remorseful in the least.

Attending to your needs, Argenti was more than happy to look after you. He couldn't care less if he succumbed to the same illness in the process.