Facade of Love

Chapter 328 Running a High Fever

I glanced back instinctively and asked, “I don’t know, what’s wrong?”

Ensio spoke. “There’s an important meeting this afternoon, but I can’t reach him. I’ve been trying to contact him.”

1 furrowed my brow, hesitated for a moment, and replied, “I’ll go check on him.”

After hanging up the phone, I returned to the living room. I went back upstairs and arrived at the study where Idris had stayed the previous night. I knocked on the door several times, but there was no response. Worried that something might have happened, I tried the door handle and was surprised to find that it was not locked.

After a brief moment of surprise, I entered the study. As I stepped inside, I felt a rush of hot air.

All the curtains in the study were drawn, shrouding the room in darkness. I reached out and turned on the light, and the room instantly brightened.

There, I saw a man lying under the covers.

“Idris?” I called out.

The man in the bed remained still. I called his name two more times, but there was still no response. Realizing that something was wrong, I approached the bed and, upon closer inspection, I noticed that Idris‘ handsome face was flushed. His forehead was covered in sweat, he was trembling uncontrollably, and his lips were pale.

I reached out and touched his forehead, which was scorching hot. He had a fever, and it seemed quite serious.

No wonder Ensio could not reach him on the phone. After calling out to him for a while to no avail, I decided to

soaked a towel in warm water and

low and hoarse,

to him and asked,

unable to open his eyes. He mumbled something, but I could not make out his words. I pressed my ear to his mouth

hear the man’s soft voice saying, “I… was wrong.”

and my heart ached slightly at his words. Even in this condition,

I felt a pang in my chest. My throat was dry as

words and continued to mumble, either

Youngs‘ doctor arrived shortly after. Seeing the severity of Idris‘ fever, he became flustered and asked, “What’s going

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in the rain yesterday, and when he came back, I didn’t pay much

don’t bring it

went looking for some alcohol and a towel, and after the doctor started the IV, I retrieved the fever–reducing medicine. The doctor handed it to me and said, “You’ll

to make it easier for Idris to swallow. However, I had underestimated how uncooperative a patient could be. Not only did he not drink the

he resisted the medication. He looked nothing like his usual stern self.

that he had spat out all the medicine, the doctor furrowed his brow and worriedly said, “What do we do now? If he

sick person. When Charlie was sick, he at least had some awareness and could follow instructions. But now, with Idris in this condition, it was clear he could not be reasoned