NovelBookChapter 783 Crying Emelie reached up to touch her forehead, but she couldn't feel anything out of the ordinary.
Jodie, who had removed her gloves, reached out to touch Emelie's forehead. After a brief moment, she nodded. 'Ma'am, you have a fever." No wonder she had been feeling unwell since the plane ride. She exhaled deeply, feeling as though misfortune had piled up all at once.
Jodie said hurriedly, "I'll call the doctor right away." William had already picked Emelie up in his arms. "I have a doctor with me. There's no need to look for another." Emelie felt increasingly uncomfortable and struggled in his embrace. "William, putdown! I just have a slight fever: I'm not crippled!" William replied, "If you were in good health, you wouldn't have broken your phone. Where are you staying?" He glanced over at Jodie, who instinctively responded, 'Stellar Hotel.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith Emelie in his arms, William strode out of the airport and into the car that was waiting for Emelie.
Although the car and its arrangements were all meant for Emelie, William took charge and instructed, 'To the hotel." The driver hesitated briefly before turning on the engine.
Emelie tried to resist, but as soon as she noticed her fever, her discomfort becoverwhelming. Her head felt as though it were inflating like a balloon, and the pressure was unbearable. This drained her of the strength to fight against William.
William noticed her closed eyes and furrowed brow and knew that she was suffering. He felt a pang of sympathy. In a gentle voice, he said, "Just hang in there, angel. We'll be at the hotel soon." Emelie turned her head away.
Jodie, unable to watch Emelie being carried in this manner, reached out to take her back.
Without even looking at Jodie, William gently stroked Emelie's hair and said, "If you believe that her health is less important than obeying your ruthless master who kills the innocent, then cand take her." Jodie hesitated for a few moments before letting Emelie's hand go.
When they arrived at the hotel, William carried Emelie to her room.
Emelie's mind had regained sclarity. She pushed him away and said coldly, "I don't need you." William tried to reason with her and said, "I'm taking care of you because I'm responsible for your current state. It's my fault." Emelie asked, "What do you mean?" William explained, "It must have been because you were left exposed last night with the air conditioning on for too long. You were caught between being warm and cold, which caused your fever. I'm the one who caused this, so I should be responsible for making it right." Emelie was fuming and grabbed a pillow, throwing it at his face. "If you bring up last night again, I'll cut out your tongue!" William listened to her and moved backward.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSoon, the doctor arrived and took Emelie's temperature, which was 38°C. Fortunately, she didn't need an IV or injections. Just a fever-reducing patch and srest would suffice.
William placed his hand gently over Emelie's eyes. 'Sleep now, angel." Emelie's eyelids were heavy with fatigue, eventually succumbing to sleep with the cooling sensation on her forehead Emelie had a dream.
The dream took her back to the downfall of the Pierce family, triggered by a mine collapse. Om Although Emelie had only heard stories about it and had never witnessed it firsthand, the dream was disturbingly detailed.
She saw the ground suddenly giving way, heard the horrific screams of trapped workers, and saw the families of the victims throwing rotten eggs and vegetables at the Pierce family's doorstep. The scene then shifted to a massive explosion. She saw severed hands and feet drenched in blood, as if she were witnessing a hellish nightmare.
The terror overwhelmed her, and she screamed, "No" She was startled and sat up abruptly from the bed, only to find herself in a warm embrace. William held her tightly and muttered, "It's not your fault. Don't be afraid. It's not your fault."
Emelie clung to him desperately, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as h she buried her face his chest. Before long, William felt his shirt growing damp with her tears. She was crying. X Like RICH WOMEN? These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming* these rich women will persue you.
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