Chapter 433 Confession in the Fever

Chapter 433 Confession in the Fever

Lily remembered she had just seen James the day before.

At the time, he had still been every inch the tall, handsome, impossibly refined man–how could he have. wasted away overnight?

Ashton, the sly little fox, was clearly exaggerating. He could see perfectly well that Mr. James had already fallen hopelessly for Ms. Lily, so of course he was going to make him sound as pitiful as possible to tug at her heart.

He even dabbed dramatically at the corner of his eye. “Just before I came out, Mr. James was still calling your name, Ms. Lily. His voice is completely hoarse…”

“A man nearly six foot three, skin and bones now, and he just keeps crying… it’s pitiful.”

Lily: “…”

Skin and bones–she doubted that.

James crying? She doubted that even more.

Still, knowing he was burning with fever and refusing treatment left her deeply uneasy.

As soon as Ashton’s car rolled to a stop in front of the main house, she didn’t waste a second and rushed for the master bedroom.

“Lily…”

The moment she pushed open the slightly ajar door, she heard James’s low, pain–laced murmur: “Lily…” “Mr. James, if you don’t want an injection, at least take the medicine. Your fever won’t break without it-” Several doctors stood at his bedside, speaking in urgent, worried tones.

with stubborn resistance. “I don’t want medicine. I want to

“Mr. James-”

were beside themselves, trying again to reason

slipped in behind Lily, pointed subtly at the bottle of medicine on the nightstand, then ushered the

the door tightly

“Lily…”

was flushed from the fever, his eyes still closed

She touched his forehead.

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Scalding.

her chest: “James, your fever’s really high. Will you please

“Lily?”

her voice, he slowly

mind, and even awake, he didn’t seem

the marrow yet that tore at his heart, he spoke like he had in countless dreams,

“What?”

hadn’t expected him to have already figured out she was Leila.

I sent Lily messages, your phone kept going off. Lily, why did you lie

“I…”

on her–he must have heard her phone that night she’d left it in his

those messages to

imagined he’d look at her now, eyes reddened, and ask why she couldn’t like

know how to answer. “James, your forehead is burning. Please, just drink the

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