Emmeline sat up and gently touched Abel’s face in the darkness. “Abel.”

He instinctively embraced her and reassured her in a hoarse voice, “I’m here, Emma. You don’t need to bet afraid.”

“You have a fever, she whispered anxiously. “Wake up.”

“It’s fine. I’m okay,” he mumbled. “I just need some rest.

She cried out in distress. “You’re burning up. You can’t continue like this!

He didn’t respond. She didn’t know if he had fallen asleep or lost consciousness due to the high fever,

She quickly turned on the flashlight on her phone and made her way to the bathroom, relying on the light to guide her.

She wet a towel with cold water and returned to place it on Abel’s forehead.

Despite Emmeline’s efforts, his body temperature continued to rise.

She fumbled in the dark for the door and descended to the first floor, following the dim emergency lights in the corridor.

As she walked down the dark and unfamiliar corridor, the wind howled outside, and she felt as if she were trapped in a nightmare.

The hotel receptionist was dozing off at the counter. Emmeline woke her up and asked for some medication to treat the fever.

After returning to her room on the fourth floor, Emmeline dissolved the pill in a glass of warm water and fed it to Abel.

he began

a towel to wipe the sweat off him.

his fever rapidly subsided, it eventually disappeared by dawn.

night taking care of

looked out the window, she saw that the harbor had been ravaged. by the storm.

still asleep.

bandage from his shoulder, only to discover that the wound had reopened and become infected.

night, she led treated his wound with the iodine she had brought from

a large number of bacteria, so Abel needed to go to

went to the hotel restaurant

room, she was

standing by the window, blocking the morning light with

someone from the company

he hung up and turned around when he heard footsteps behind

+5 Bonus

the previous night as

unbuttoned, revealing his toned chest. An unlit cigarette hung

and captivating.

face, preparing

reached out and snatched the cigarette

“Since when did the little

“Stop it. You had a high fever last night. You worried me

frowned. “I had

glared at him sternly. You’re

“Was I?”

also cold and

to the hospital to

She’s

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