Chapter 48 Delicate Skin

A heavy downpour suddenly started while Sophie was on the way back.

As she had not brought an umbrella, nor had she gotten the Tanner family’s driver to send her back, she ended up getting drenched by the rain.

After she returned to Wisteria Apartments, she took a shower and felt a slight headache.

Sophie settled onto the couch and watched TV. She did not know how much time had passed, but by the time she woke up the next day, it was already past nine o’clock.

She felt groggy and lethargic, so she nestled on the couch again after boiling a cup of hot water.

Her phone rang, and she answered the call upon seeing that the caller was Ysabelle.

“Why didn’t you come to school, Soph?” Ysabelle sounded very worried on the other end. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“I’m fine.” As soon as Sophie spoke, she realized that her voice had changed and her throat was hurting badly.

“Did you catch a cold?”

It took some effort for Sophie to reply, “Yes. Please help excuse me from class. I won’t be going to school today.”

Every time she had a cold, she did not like to take medicine.

It doesn’t matter if I do or not, it’ll still take me one or two weeks to recover, so it’s no use taking medicine at all.

“Okay. I’ll do that. Why don’t I take the day off and head over to keep you company?” Ysabelle suggested.

“No need for that. Focus in class. I just want to sleep, so it’s pointless for you to come here.”

“All right, then. I’ll hang up now. Remember to drink more warm water.”

In actuality, Ysabelle wanted to say that accompanying her for a nap was also fine!

After all, warm water cures all diseases.

After explaining Sophie’s absence to Derrick, she posted on her Instagram: My best friend is sick, and I’m so bored alone. How I wish I was sick too!

Felix was constantly keeping an eye on Ysabelle’s Instagram, so as soon as she made that post, he immediately knew about it and called Tristan.

“Where are you, Mr. Tristan?” he asked the moment Tristan picked up the call.

If I do Tristan a favor now, he’ll also help me in the future! I still have a long way to go to win Ysabelle over!

“At the Lombard residence. What’s the matter?” Tristan was having his breakfast at that moment and had an urgent meeting to attend not long after.

“Sophie is sick, and she should be alone in Wisteria Apartments right now!”

“Got it.”

easiest to win over when they are sick, Mr. Tristan. I’ll await your good news. I’m rooting

could not be bothered to listen to Felix’s nonsense and

not help but

and

“Mhm. Something came up.”

drove his silver Lamborghini to Wisteria Apartments. On the way, he also bought Sophie some chicken noodle soup

came to the door. In

Sophie lying on the couch, looking

down and crouched beside the

up, Sophie. I’ll take

she was

you that you’re extremely handsome,

seemed to be delirious as she reached out to touch Tristan’s

a moment. Am I, a mature man

Sophie’s hand gently stroked his

nothing more than

her forehead, he immediately came to

fever right now! How can

the hospital.” Tristan picked her up, intending to get her to

go there. I never go to the

don’t want to.” After all,

the bed,

had breakfast

her condition, she probably hasn’t

Sophie shook her head.

feel like eating anything and just wanted to sleep. “Go back, Mr.

Horington. She had

very angry now, Sophie. You’d

sick? If you think it’s troublesome, you can leave now. No

come over. Who does he think he is? What right does he have to get mad at

Tristan’s

Be good and have

Sophie harrumphed.

Be a good girl and have some

that Tristan had given in, Sophie also did not stay angry and allowed him to

cold and fever

Sophie

of warm water over and placed it on the bedside table. He then sat on the bed and

Sophie was jolted awake.

“What are you doing?”

“Take your medicine.”

her the medicine in

“Open up.”

help but frown upon seeing the pills. Those white pills scared her the most

be honest, she was not afraid of knives and

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