Chapter 1595

Jamie had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night.

When she stepped into the dimly lit living room, the faint silhouette of someone startled her. She froze for a moment before realizing it was Ben. "Ben, why are you sitting here instead of sleeping?" Ben let out a low grunt, his voice so faint she thought she had imagined it.

As Jamie approached, the sheen of sweat on his forehead and his unusually pale face came into view.

"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked, her tone laced with concern.

"Could you get me some antacid?" Ben replied, his voice carrying a subtle weakness that was uncharacteristic for him.

It clicked. Ben had always struggled with stomach issues. His workaholic lifestyle often made it worse.

Her worry spiked. She paced the living room, trying to recall where she might have stored some medicine. "Wait here. I think I have some in my room."

She hurried back, returning moments later with the medication and a cup of warm water. Ben took the medicine, his tightly furrowed brows easing slightly as he drank.

"Feeling better?" Jamie asked anxiously.

Ben gave a faint nod, barely perceptible.

another cup of warm water and fetched her own hot water

read somewhere that heat helps. Try holding this against your stomach," she suggested, holding it out

water bottle, visibly hesitant. "You want me

to protest, Jamie pushed it into his hands. "Now's not the

illness had chased away her drowsiness. Jamie stayed with him, keeping an eye on his condition until the early hours of the morning. Eventually, exhaustion caught up with her,

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woke, she found herself covered with a

sat upright, her first instinct

alarm, his skin was burning hot. He

Jamie muttered, pulling her hand away from his forehead. His temperature shocked

he hadn't mentioned feeling worse and heartbroken seeing him endure so much in

scolding him now. Jamie resigned herself to the task of caring

with a cool, damp

with

dreaming?" he murmured,

a fever. Here, take your medicine," she said, her heart aching

a state. His strength and composure were like a shield he never lowered. It seemed only the haze of a high fever could reveal this side

she tried to get him to lie

her hand, refusing

onto me? I need to get some rest so I can work for

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