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.

running a fever last night. No wonder Ensio could not reach him on the phone. After calling

a towel in warm water and used it

the man’s voice was low

him and asked, “What’s

I could

the man’s soft voice saying, “I… was

his words. Even in this condition,

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

not hear my words and continued to mumble, either apologizing or calling my

Idris‘ fever, he became flustered and asked, “What’s going on? How did he get

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he came back, I didn’t pay much attention to him. He just went to sleep, and I only realized he had

bring it down quickly. You’ll need

fever–reducing

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

resisted the medication. He looked

brow and worriedly said, “What do we do now? If he can’t take the medicine, the fever might not go down in time,

brow too, feeling helpless. I had no experience caring for a 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