"Did I come at a bad time?" Lucas' voice, laced with sarcasm, cut through the room just as Aveline managed to steady herself.

Her head throbbed even harder.

Zachary frowned and turned to Lucas. "You're mistaken. She felt unwell, and I was just helping her."

Lucas walked over, noting Aveline's flushed cheeks and her lack of energy. She didn't look well at all. His brow furrowed, and without a word, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms. Zachary released her at the right moment and said, "She seems to have a fever. You should take her to the town hospital right away."

Lucas' narrowed eyes were filled with a frosty chill as he shot Zachary a cold look before striding out.

Baron and Braden had already slipped away quietly.

Lucas carried Aveline to the car, eyeing the coat she wore with irritation. He swiftly tore it off and tossed it out.

Feverish and dazed, Aveline squinted at Lucas, her voice hoarse. "Don't be unreasonable. He was just worried I'd catch a cold."

Lucas replied coolly, "So, should I hang up his coat like some kind of trophy and send him a thank-you card every day for his noble act?" Aveline closed her eyes, too tired to argue. "You're insufferable."

Lucas noticed the disdain in her eyes, his expression tightening slightly.

He directed the driver, "Drive faster!"

tension, pressed

was alarmingly high. Lucas immediately took her to

before

medication began to take effect, Aveline's furrowed brow gradually relaxed,

buy

process was far from smooth;

clean you up properly, so don't

mention of another injection,

her down,

his eyes

Aveline groggily woke

...

l.ne

already afternoon. She felt refreshed, with none of

had been removed from her hand, and the

"Awake?"

male voice broke

walking in, carrying

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