Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 192 Fever Illness (1）

As a pregnant woman, Consuela wasn't able to take care of this tall and strong man. With the help of the housemaids, she slowly moved the man onto a king sized bed and then used a wet towel to dry his body.

She touched his warm skin inch by inch. The touch between her fingertips made her feel like being irritated by a slight current.

At this moment, Richie was a real drunkard, but he also had unusual defensive ability. When she took the towel to him, he grabbed her hand directly.

It was so fast that Consuela couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Before she could lift her hand and remove his fingers, he had already raised his eyelids and said, "Oh, it's you!"

The man's voice was very different from that of before. He sounded like a simple, good boy, which made Consuela feel maternal love and free to do whatever she wanted to do.

Although they were in a cold war, she wanted to deny that she didn't care about him at all.

Then, after the cleaning, she helped him change a set of clean clothes, and threw the equipment with a strong smell of alcohol away.

"In fact, I also owed you in the previous life, so I need to pay you back now." After taking care of the matter, Consuela was exhausted. When she saw the relaxed look on the man's face, she couldn't help but chuckle.

They should have been enemies in the previous life, and they even made some promises to each other, and then neither of them completed.

Therefore, they were destined to be entangled and tormented each other in their lives.

The night deepened. After a quick shower, Consuela yanked the covers and jumped into bed. Looking at the man's deadpan face, she sighed inwardly.

She had read from a book that "If you are with the one you love, you can sleep with all your guard down".

No matter when he was drunk or when he was sober, he always slept with her soundly most of the time. But she didn't think it was because of love.

But just now, when they were downstairs, the man called her name directly and repeatedly complained that except for her, no one else should touch him.

Was he crazy?

Her mind was in a mess. The next morning, when she woke up, he wasn't at her side. Then she was surprised to find that the man had covered his forehead and walked into the bathroom. He seemed to be tying his tie.

Consuela lay back in the bed again. When the man walked out of the bathroom, he didn't greet her as if what had happened yesterday was only an illusion.

His clothes that was cleaned out yesterday had also been put away, which gave him a complete disguise. If Consuela hadn't remembered how hard she had been working the day before, she would have thought that she had been in a fantastic dream.

However, the way he treated her was really annoying. She really wanted to see through his face which was always calm without any emotions.

Halfway through his journey, the head of the hangover didn't fully cooperate with him after all. After acting in an indifferent way, he grabbed the doorknob and felt a little wobbling.

After a long while, he didn't open the door to leave the room.

Consuela covered herself with the quilt, her big eyes widening in shock. But he didn't dare to do anything now that Consuela was awake.

It was until Richie couldn't bear it any more that he turned his head and showed weakness. He raised his slanted eyes which were full of brutal atmosphere and looked at the woman who had a meek head. He gritted his teeth and said, "come and help me."

The cold sweat began to break out on his forehead. He felt his head heavy and he didn't want to conceal it anymore.

Hearing his weak voice, the woman on the big bed was only stunned for a few seconds. Then she jumped up from the bed like an agile fish.

It was the first time that she had seen a strong man like Richie showing weakness. She fell into silence at the beginning, but later she became worried.

She slowly helped the tall man to sit on the side, and then quickly opened the door to call someone. She came back very fast, as if she was afraid of him waiting for a long time.

But when she returned to the master bedroom, she didn't pay much attention to the man. Instead, she went directly to the bathroom and began to wet the towel.

When she helped Richie sit up, she accidentally touched his clothes and felt the temperature. Consuela could tell that Richie had a fever and the temperature must be very high.

When she walked out of the bathroom with a wet towel in her hand, she saw Richie typing some messages on his phone. His long eyelashes blocked his watery eyes.

She could only see him blush unnaturally. It was true that he was a big fan of work. Even now, he was still thinking about his business.

She shook her head and was disappointed at the man. She turned back, wrung the towel to a point that it was almost dry. Then she walked towards the man.

"No, I can do it myself." Richie's tone were very different from what he had said, which was like the winter snow melted like the warm sun in the winter, full of charm.

Consuela didn't force him. Handing him the towel, she thought to herself, 'It's too late to be unreasonable. I've cleaned his body yesterday.'

By the time she realized how shameless her thoughts were, Richie was already out of breath. He gently wiped himself, but it didn't help at all.

He knew his situation was terrible now.

But he was unwilling to compromise any more. The figure of that woman could be seen in the luminous eyes of Richie. The expression on his face was incomparably indifferent and merciless.

The private doctor of the Ye Clan came quickly, as if he was on standby 24 hours a day.

After measuring the temperature, the doctor gave a wry smile. Without a word, he took some medicine from his medical kit, got prepared for infusion.

Richie cooperated with him all the time. He watched the doctor take a needle and inject it into his blood. Then the liquid flew slowly from the infusion tube into his blood. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Consuela supported her head with one hand and watched as the doctor began to wipe his sweat on his forehead and get ready to go out. A few seconds later, she stood up from her seat and started to follow

the doctor.

"Doctor, how is he now?"

"Mrs. Richie, don't worry. Mr. Richie is all right. His physical quality is very good. Now his temperature is a little high."

The doctor smiled and shook his hand, telling that everything was fine, but Consuela wasn't as optimistic as he was. She just felt a little restless.

She had seen how weak he looked just now, and she wished she was the one who was on the verge of collapsing.

Only when she faced with his solemn face again, could she be a little more sober.