Chapter 137 Who dared disturbing her sleep? (2/2)

”You don't feel hot anymore. Your fever has finally broken but it doesn't mean you don't have to stop eating your medicine,” she told him seriously.

He just smiled, enjoying the feel of her small hand on his forehead. It felt so nice.

”Jeremy, are you listening to me?” she asked when she saw him not even replying her. She looked at him before shrugged it off. ”Your body is still weak. Your throat must be so painful right now.”

She made a move to get off the bed, which he noticed immediately. His face changed. His hand quickly caught hers.

”Where... where are you going?” he crooked.

She stopped and looked at him weirdly. But seeing his worried look only made her smile tenderly. ”You just woke up after two days and during your fever, you couldn't eat much before vomiting everything back.”

His pale face turned paler. Had he given so much trouble to her during his sickness?

”I'll ask them to bring you some porridge. You can only eat plain porridge for now and then eat your medicine,” she also noted it was time for him to eat his medicine.

”Do you have to leave?” he choked out tiredly.

She gave him a weird look but somehow understood what he meant. Shaking her head, she called loudly, ”Is anyone outside?”

”Yes, Miss Catherine?” a maid opened the door and asked politely. She was on the way to change bedcover and pillowcases for the room next door when she heard the call. Her hands were full with clean fresh bedcover and pillowcases.

”Am I disturbing your work?” Ryn asked, eyeing the clothes in the maid's arms.

”Oh no... no-no-no-no. You are not disturbing my work, Miss Catherine. Never.” the maid's eyes went round before her eyes widened, even more, seeing a man sitting up weakly beside Miss Ryn.

Young... Young Master has awakened? Has he broken his fever?

Her eyes lit up but they were full with wetness.

Ryn did not know whether this maid was happy or going to cry. Her eyes changed as quickly as the blinking of the Christmas lights hanging on the tree.

”Can you ask the kitchen to bring Jeremy a bowl of porridge? He can't eat anything hard right now. Porridge is just nice. Also, bring a lot of water and his medicine,” Ryn listed what she wanted the maid to do.

”Certainly, Miss. I will go now, Miss,” the maid could not help from bowing a few times, not sure because of habit or gratitude, but Jeremy was getting a headache seeing her head kept bobbing up and down, up and down.

He closed his eyes and leaned back against the headboard. If this made him get sick back, he would cut down the girl's salary and even switched her to another 'department'. Hmm... he would order the butler to switch the girl to a job she hated so much she would cry every single day.

”Are you feeling alright? Headache? Pain anywhere?” Without thinking, her hands reached to him and gently massaged his head. Her lips pursed disapprovingly when she could feel the tense and throbbing vein. ”You should have told me if you're not feeling alright. Lie down.”

She pulled him to lie back on the bed.

He obeyed. Anything for her. Even if she told him to jump into an active volcano, he would gladly do it. All for her.

”Stop making us worry. You should focus on recuperating.”

He smiled.

”Stop smiling so much. Don't you know how worried we were when your fever was so high?” she started to nag.

”Are you worried about me?” he asked hopingly.

”Of course we're all worried about you,” she answered back without thinking.

She did not notice that his face fell a bit. She was too busy pulling the blanket to cover him and then fretting over why the food was still not there yet. Where the heck was the porridge? Did the cook forgot to make a batch today so she had to cook new one?