Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 696 Caught in the gaze of two men, what they saw was her leaning against a pillar, cheeks flushed, body trembling, arms wrapped tightly around herself.

"Roseanne? Roseanne?! Are you okay?" Owen Reynolds tried to rouse her.

However, the woman's eyes were tightly shut, her eyelashes fluttering uneasily, barely awake and visibly distressed.

Owen's heart sank as he touched her forehead...

"This isn't good! Roseanne's temperature is skyrocketing. If it keeps up, she might not make it until help arrives."

Corley couldn't help but lose his temper, "Do you think I don't know that? But we're out of options here, what the hell can we do?"

No fever medicine, no heater, not even a decent shelter from the wind.

Owen glanced at him, then stretched out a hand, flat, at a right angle to his body.

Corley: "What are you doing?"

Owen didn't reply immediately, but after a few seconds, he withdrew his hand, explaining, "The wind's coming from the northwest. If we move her behind that pillar over there, it won't block the wind completely, but at least it'll be at her back and not blowing directly on her."

"Alright." Corley immediately followed suit.

After they moved her, he instinctively looked at Owen: "What now? I've got a lighter. We could find some dry branches to start a fire."

"No way," Owen shook his head. "Look north and south, there are smoke detectors. If we start a fire and set those off, the whole area will be drenched."

Hearing the word "alarm," Corley froze.

"So, what do we do? What can I do?"

Owen raised an eyebrow: "Will Mr. Sullivan follow my lead?"

"Heh," he smirked, "What choice do we have? I might not like you, but I'm not blind to the urgency."

Owen looked at him for a few seconds, "I've got some fever reducer in my bag. Find it, then mix it with hot water and give it to her."

Corley: "You have medicine?! Why didn't you say something sooner?!"

"You never asked."

"...

found the

follow the

Roseanne, Owen pulled out

then began tearing

"What are you

forehead, and behind her ears. Maybe we can bring the fever down physically." Owen continued his

Roseanne the

soaked it in alcohol, wiping

storm abruptly ceased, and the

found an unprecedented harmony in their actions, their

an hour later, Owen

Corley, sweating profusely,

"It's down..."

"Thank God."

not by much, she's still

been about to sigh in relief but stopped

much alcohol

"Not much."

then, it's all we can do for

"Alright."

alcohol, Roseanne's temperature dropped from 42°C (107.6°F) to 38°C (100.4°F), a

since they were promised access

hour went by, and the gate

phones had

contact

seething with anger cursing under

to kick

to trigger any security measures, I'd suggest

held back, learning from his earlier mistake not to make

and

"What for?"

"Sit behind her."

"Why?"

back, with the pillar