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.

You don't owe me anything." Abby said, waving him off. "I'm not here to babysit you every day. 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

face turned red, and

first, Abby thought he was being dramatic, but as the coughing worsened, she rushed to his side in concern. She gently patted his back, picked up the cup of warm water from the bedside table, and handed it to him. "Here, drink some water." Evan took the cup, sipped twice, and after

He gestured

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

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

spare the time. But if you can't manage on your own, I can arrange for

respond immediately. After a moment, he typed back: OK, thank

some more rest,"

fatigued from his

up again, the city