Chapter 18 Fever in the Dead of Night

At that moment, Michael finally got how much Emily actually cared about him. Before, he'd been too stubborn to see it, treating her like she was just there for his convenience-calling her up when he needed something and ignoring her the rest of the time.

Now, he felt like a total jerk. Emily, the one he'd never really paid attention to, had taken a whipping for him. Seeing those marks on her back made him feel worse than if he'd been the one getting whipped.

"Let go of me, Michael. Don't make me hate you," Emily struggled harder.

Michael suddenly let go. Emily stood up and slapped him. She didn't have much strength, so it didn't hurt him much. Compared to the pain on his back, it was nothing.

For the first time, Emily saw guilt and hesitation on Michael's face. 'Is he actually feeling sorry for me?' she wondered.

After hitting him, she noticed Michael wasn't mad. Normally, he was so aloof that he wouldn't tolerate being slapped by anyone.

"You hit me so easily, so why did you take that whip for me?" Michael sneered.

Emily, still feverish and sweating from the struggle, snapped back, "Yeah, I shouldn't have taken it for you. I should've let grandpa beat you to death. Then we wouldn't need a divorce, and I could inherit your estate!"

Thinking about Michael lifting her clothes earlier, she didn't know whether to feel more ashamed or angry.

Either way, she really didn't want to see him right now. She checked her phone and saw it was already 2:30 a.m.

"Are you still not leaving?" Emily glared at him coldly.

fever. I'll get you some medicine," Michael said, deciding not to argue since she was

But he wasn't feeling great either; his back hurt a lot,

hitting Michael, she was still shaking. She didn't know what had come over her. 'How could I hit him? Am I really that out of it from the fever?' Then

out looking for medicine, she quickly got up and searched on her phone whether pregnant

cooling was best. Just as she was reading,

holding medicine in one hand and a cup

in his hand and

medicine, or I'll force it down your

thinking of an excuse. "I'm allergic to fever medicine. I can't take

clearly didn't believe her. "Emily, do you really want me to force the medicine down your throat?" His patience was wearing

temperature earlier, and it was nearing 102 degrees Fahrenheit. "I really am allergic. Do you have any alcohol? I can use physical cooling. I always get through fevers this

want to bother anyone else, so she had to ask Michael to find some alcohol. Even Michael found it

Emily said, taking the alcohol from him. She didn't want Michael helping her wipe down; that would be way too

wiped her neck and arms with the alcohol and then tossed it aside, mainly

he had indeed brought up the divorce. 'Do I not want a divorce now?' he wondered. But

some sleep," Michael said

only after he left. She had noticed his pale and sickly face but didn't say anything. Maybe

the middle of the night. Emily hadn't gotten up

was considerate. Go, call him over," Mason snorted. He also reassured Emily not to worry about today's family

it a family banquet was more

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