Chapter b62 /b

That p wasn’t light.

bAfter /bbit /bndedb, /bbeven /bbI /bwas stunned.

Ferris’s bface /bbstung /bbfiercely/bb, /bhis bbrows /bfurrowed tightly, a sh of bdisbelief /bcrossing his beyes/b.

bBut /bthe next second, his body swayed, and he suddenly copsed toward me.

bI /bwas startled and instinctively wanted to back away, but he bpressed /bdown on top bof /bbme/bb. /b

You-!”

cried out in rm, but in bthe /bnext moment felt his scorching body temperature, burning hot even through our clothes.

Ferrisb?/bb” /b

tried to push him away, but he seemed to have lost consciousness, his head resting against my shoulder and neck, his breathing rapid and heavyb. /b

frowned and pressed my hand to his forehead–it was indeed frighteningly hot.

bHe /bhad a high fever.

omething seemed to strike my heart heavily, and the anger I had been harboring instantly dissipated by more than half.

How could you get such a high fever without saying anything?”

asked in a low voice, but he was already unresponsiveb, /bjust frowning tightly, as if even in unconsciousness he refused to let go of his alpha stubbornness and ignce.

quickly helped him lie back on the bed, my movements careful but urgent.

Although that p had been merciless, seeing his pale face now, I inexplicably felt guilty.

Really… too proud for your own good.”

muttered under my breath, but still took a towel, dampened it with water, sat iby /ithe bedside, and gently wiped his forehead bit by bit.

‘erris’s tightly closed eyshes trembled, seeming to hear my voice, yet he sank deeply into the drowsiness brought by the fever.

Aurorab?/bb” /b

Mm.”

He leaned against my shoulder, his voice low and hoarse: “A little… dizzy.”

“/bYou’ll feel better after taking medicine and sleeping.”

found the medicine box in the vi and fed him the medicine.

bseeing /bbFerris /bclose his eyes and his breathing gradually steady, I left the bedroom.

Shortly after I left, I heard the heavy sound of the man falling to the floor from inside the bedroom.

This time, bI /bdidn’t soften.

bI /bspent the night on the sofa in the downstairs living room.

When bFerris /bwoke up, his head hurt badly and he still felt somewhat feverish.

Only then did he realize he was lying on the floor again. He looked up at the bed–I wasn’t there, and his brows furrowed.

Walking out of the bedroom and standing on the second floor, he saw the figure curled up on the sofa in the first–floor hall.

Ferris walked down step by step toward me, and when he reached me, he found tear stains still on my face, my hands tightly clenched into fists, sleeping defensively pressed against the sofa.

The air conditioning was set very low. He reached out and covered me with a nket.

Then, just as he was about to call someone to bring breakfast, the front door was opened from outside.

Ashley walked in carrying breakfast and wearing high heels.

“Ferris, I brought you breakfast. Later, let’s go together…”

Before she could finish the second half of her sentence, her gaze fell on me sleeping on the sofa.

Ashley frozepletely in ce, unable to believe it.

“How is she here?!”

Third Person bPerspective /b

Ashley’s gaze was bfixed /btightly on Aurora as bshe /blowered her bvoice/bb: /b“Ferris, what’s going on here?”

“Let’s btalk /boutside.”