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.

Your grandma asked me to check on you because of the high fever. Now that it's coming down and the meds seem to be helping, I'd say you're on the mend. You can take

into a violent coughing fit. His face turned red, and he was gasping for air like he was about to pass

up the cup of warm water from the bedside table, and handed it to

He gestured to

don't try to talk," Abby said firmly. "The doctor advised you

picked up his phone, typed something, and showed it to her: I'm still feeling awful. Can you

have a meeting tomorrow and an important client to meet. I really can't spare the time. But if you can't manage on your own, I can arrange for a caretaker and a

didn't respond immediately. After a moment, he typed back:

rest," Abby told

his illness, soon fell back

woke up again, the city lights were twinkling