"Patrick"

"Patrick..."

She called his name, but the man sitting by the big bed ignored her, as if he didn't hear her at all.

Christina came in with the family medicine box.She frowned and looked at Patrick on the other side of the bed, feeling he looked strange.

When Patrick returned to the bedroom, he sat there in silence, with his head half-lowered, staring at his hands in a daze.

He slightly bended and unfolded his hands, deep in thought, as if he was testing something.

Christina approached him and called him again, "Patrick.."

Her calling awakened Patrick who was in a daze.

He raised his head vigorously, and a look of incomprehensible panic flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

Christina sat beside him anxiously, looking at him with incredulity.

"Patrick, didn't you hear my voice just now?" asked Christina.

He looked visibly shocked just now.

He seemed to be surprised by her, or perhaps it was something else...

"Nothing."

His face turned cold as usual.

He slightly tilted his head and looked away.He then said in a hoarse voice, "I don't need to take the medicine.I'm fine"

His words were low and cold, as if nothing had happened.

Christina sat beside him, pursed her lips, wordless.He obviously didn't want to tell her...

They had just had lunch, and the summer sun outside was scorching hot.

blue, but a chill was sent into the spacious bedroom perhaps because temperatures

Somehow, Christina's heart sank.

through the medicine cabinet for an electronic thermostat, pinched it on her right

he was fine and didn't need to take medicine, which meant he didn't

pressed the electronic

who was in a fit of pique, was frightened by the

put away

me check

an order,

looked at him for a while with a slightly

perked up and leaned

are you so

seem to be a right word to

not say a word.He looked sideways at

not fine as you

stared at the thermometer

and call the maid outside for

"No need"

wrist

lie down with me

"Don't move."

get

bed, pulling at the quilt, pressing the air conditioner, and

your son sleeps a lot.He's

as an excuse again, trying to get up and use some alcohol to cool

sleepy" Patrick dragged her

to her, his lips moving closer

was very soft with a faint baby milk fragrance probably because

above 39 degrees in an hour, I'll get

of hesitation, she

a pillow which

peeked at him with narrowed

you looking

didn't

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