Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

A few minutes later, Abby removed the thermometer from Evan's armpit, glanced at it, and said, "38 degrees. The fever hasn't completely broken, but it's a big improvement from 39.8 when you were admitted. When did you last take your medicine? Is it time for another dose?" Evan shook his head, signaling that he couldn't remember. Abby thought for a moment and said, "I think it's about time. Take the medicine first, get some rest, and I'll have dinner sent over. In your condition, you can only handle something light-maybe some plain porridge."

Knowing how sore his throat was, Abby called home and asked the nanny to prepare dinner and include a bowl of white porridge specifically for Evan.

Evan nodded eagerly, grateful.

After wrapping up the call, Abby turned to him and teased, "The eloquent Fourth Young Master York has been reduced to a mute who can only nod. Honestly, it's weird seeing you like this."

She was so used to their playful banter.

Evan gave her an apologetic look.

said, waving him off. "I'm not here to babysit you every day. Your grandma asked me to check on

a violent coughing fit. His face turned red, and

side in concern. She gently patted his back, picked up the cup of warm water from the bedside table, and

he croaked, his voice strained. He gestured

hurts that much, don't try to talk," Abby said firmly. "The doctor advised you to rest your voice for

phone, typed something, and showed it to her: I'm still feeling awful. Can you stay and take care

it, Abby sighed. "I have a meeting tomorrow and an important client to meet. I really can't spare the time. But if you can't manage

immediately. After a moment, he typed

rest," Abby told

fatigued from his

again, the city lights