NovelStartShortly after, footsteps approached. Linda turned around and saw Finnley walking toward her with a folder. He nodded at her gently, “Thank you, Linda.” “You are welcome. It's my job.” She said, curling her lips into a smile. “See you tomorrow, Mr. Russell.” Then she was about to turn away.
“Did you return home, Finnley?” a girl's muffling voice was from the bedroom. She sounded sleepy, and her voice was soft.
Linda looked over at Finnley, only to find him glancing at the bedroom. Then he said to Linda, who had an awkward look, “Go home, Linda. Be careful on the way.” She returned to her senses. “OK.” Then she left Finnley’s apartment with the folder. However, she didn’t feel touched by his kind reminder.
In the elevator going downstairs, the soft voice just now reechoed in her ears. She wondered if that girl was in his bed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFinnley’s apartment.
Finnley entered the bedroom and saw the slight movement under the quilt. “Are you a pig? How could you have slept for a whole day?” “I'm so thirsty... Do you have water?” Mya felt extremely thirsty.
Finnley stood in front of the bed, gazing at her indifferently. “Did you really sleep for a whole day? You even don't know if there's water. Why didn’t you check the kitchen?” “Ehn...” she replied with a grunt, feeling too unwell to speak.
Finnley was wordless. He asked patiently, “Had breakfast?” “Nah.” “Neither lunch nor dinner?” He could tell her sneakers were still the same as he went to work in the morning.
“I want some water. Stop nagging... I'm so thirsty.” Finnley noticed her weak tone. He became serious and asked, “What happened? Do you not feel well?” “Why are you nagging so much?” Mya tore the quilt off. “I'm thirsty.” Finnley hurriedly turned around because she was in his shirt, but her thighs were exposed because of her wild gesture.
“I'll get you some water. Cover yourself with the quilt.” He headed for the living room while he spoke.
Realizing she might have revealed her body, Mya tried to tuck herself into the quilt again.
Shortly after, Finnley returned to the bed with a glass of water.
Mya struggled to sit up but failed after trying twice.
Finnley put down the glass on the nightstand and helped her up. “Why is your body so hot?" His palm covered his forehead. He realized she had a fever.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Water...” The fever made her jumbled and unable to open her eyes. Nestling in his arms, she was wrapped in the quilt.
Finnley picked up the glass and cautiously helped her drink some water.
After that, he put down the glass and assisted her in lying down. “Wait.” He went to fetch a first-aid kit.
He had an antipyretic from Rowan, which was highly effective.
After putting a straw into the liquid bottle, he returned to the bed, helped her sit up, and said, “Take it.” Mya refused with her eyes closed. “No. | want to sleep.” “You are on fever.” Finnley put the straw next to her dry lips. “It's antipyretic. Open your mouth.” “I never take medicine.” She struggled, turned around, and huddled up in the quilt again. “I never take medicine or have an injection.” “How did you recover after getting sick?” Finnley persistently helped her up. “Be a good girl. You are in my apartment, so you must be obedient to me. Or I'll kick you out.” “Are you a demon?” Mya glared at him with a frown, battling the discomfort. “I'm on fever. You even want to kick me out.” Then she sobbed as if she had been wronged.
In fact, Finnley’s words had hit her raw nerves.
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