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.

get you some medicine," Michael said, deciding not to argue since

left, probably to find some fever medicine. But he wasn't feeling great

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 she thought about

got up and searched on her phone whether pregnant women could take

best. Just as she was reading,

holding medicine in one hand and a cup of water in

in his hand

unreasonable. Take the medicine, or I'll force it down your throat," he said, his tone leaving no

him step closer, trembling nervously, desperately thinking of an excuse. "I'm allergic to fever

want me to

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

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

it myself," Emily said, taking the alcohol from him. She didn't want

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

he'd been impulsive earlier, but he didn't know how to start because he had indeed brought up the divorce. 'Do I not want a divorce now?' he wondered. But thinking of Sophia, he still

some sleep," Michael said stiffly and

noticed his pale and sickly face but didn't say anything. Maybe she was

in the middle of the night. Emily hadn't

Go, call him over," Mason snorted. He also reassured Emily not to worry about today's family banquet and to rest well. Emily felt a

a family banquet was more like a work report. Most of them were there to report their monthly work progress to the head

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