Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 848 - 846: Heโs Sick (Part 2)
"Tell her how...serious I am." ๐๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐.๐ฌ๐ค๐ถ
Harry North was so shaken by the Crown Princeโs cold gaze that he immediately nodded, "Miss Eva Nightingale, the Crown Prince initially had a high fever of 40 degrees and lost consciousness."
Eva was terrified and rushed over without hesitation, throwing herself into the manโs arms despite their breakup, and reached out to touch his forehead. The temperature was just right, indicating the fever had subsided...
Lucas Knight let her hold him, seemingly enjoying it, yet nothing showed on his face. He looked at Harry again and commanded, "Continue speaking."
"..." Harry trembled. Crown Prince, do you have any other illnesses?!
Why doesnโt Harry know about this!
Harry looked at the Crown Prince with confusion, instantly trembling at the manโs cold gaze. Through brief eye contact, he understood the Crown Princeโs intent... Even if there were no illnesses, he had to concoct a bunch, the more severe, the better!!
Harry found it hard to speak: "Miss Eva Nightingale, the Crown Prince is very serious. The doctor said he needs to stay here for at least ten days... Oh no, sorry, fifteen days."
"You may go." Lucas Knight said, "Go report my condition to the doctor, Iโm feeling very uncomfortable." In truth, he didnโt want anyone to disturb their private moment; with her in his arms, everything seemed peaceful.
The lavish room, more opulent than a typical villa, saw the man lift his hand, attempting to wrap it around his waist from behind, but he suddenly withdrew halfway.
Right... he almost forgot, he was a "patient."
How could a patient embrace her!
Damn bad habits...
Ha! He nearly lost his composure.
"Lucas Knight." She looked up, "Iโm sorry... Iโm late." She admitted she was flustered inside, even wiping away tears on her way here.
He said nothing, quietly allowing her to hold him.
Only then did he realize, her mere proximity sent his heart racing. Even staying still, separated by clothes, her embrace stirred ripples in his heart.
Eva let go, recalling Harry saying he hadnโt eaten anything.
She had arrived in haste and hadnโt brought anything.
"Wait for me here." She released the man, planning to get him something to eat. But he seemed to see through everything, speaking in a cold, restrained tone: "The rehabilitation centerโs food isnโt good."
The meals delivered by his men were all meticulously prepared by professional chefs, untouched after multiple deliveries.
Eva followed his gaze to a delicate lunchbox, opened it, and found the dishes still warm, wherein lies a delightful spread of appetizing food.
Eva brought the meal over, "Iโll feed you."
Lucas Knight initially didnโt want to eat, but he didnโt protest, accepting everything she fed him, going along with whatever she said.
He never once contradicted her, truly like a patient.
At two in the morning, seeing no recurring symptoms, Eva spoke: "I...Iโll go back to sleep, and come see you in the morning."
"Iโll come early."
After all, Harry had said he was very ill, so of course, she hoped to spend more time with him and wished for his recovery.
The man spoke out of character, his tone very cold: "Iโm very serious, if you leave, and something happens...will you take responsibility?"
Eva: "..."
Is that so?
Why does she find herself unable to argue, yet feels that what he says makes so much sense?
