Limited Time Hidden Marriage

Really unable to wait any longer, Wen Churan called Bai Yisi, but it was the servant who answered the phone.

"Sorry Miss Wen, the young master has a high fever and is in a coma. He cannot answer your call."

After hearing this, Wen Churan was shocked and said, "The fever won't go away?!"

"Yes, don't you know, Miss Wen, I thought the young master had already told you!"

You know what, she was in a bald state these days, and her mind was filled with things about Sheng Shimo, and she didn't think about Boyce at all.

Unexpectedly, he fell ill.

Wen Churan asked, "How come you have a fever just fine?"

The servant replied, "It must have rained. The night before yesterday, the young master came back soaked. It was raining heavily outside and he didn't hold an umbrella. As a result, he caught a cold as soon as he came back. He started having a fever yesterday and it's still not gone today."

the day before yesterday.

Wen Churan suddenly remembered that he had indeed been caught in the rain in order to pull her back from the cemetery the day before yesterday, and when he returned to the Presidential Palace, he asked the servant to prepare a bowl of ginger soup for her, but he did not drink it.

No wonder you catch a cold.

She was so confused at the time that she didn't notice it at all.

Unexpectedly, he would catch a cold and fever.

Wen Churan couldn't help but feel annoyed and asked hurriedly, "Have you seen the doctor? Have you taken any medicine?"

The servant said, "After eating, the young master's body has started to sweat. Miss Wen, don't worry."

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Hot...the whole body felt like it was in a flame, burning fiercely.

Suddenly, it felt like an ice cube fell on his face, relieving the burning pain.

Boyce opened his eyelids with difficulty and vaguely saw a figure in front of him.

The figure said in surprise, "Mr. Boyce, are you awake?!"

Bai Yisi's brain reacted at a very fast speed. The figure in front of him was Wen Churan.

He was so familiar with her voice that he almost didn't have to think twice to identify it.

Boyce forced himself to wake up and saw Wen Churan sitting by the bed as expected, holding a wet towel and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Mr. Boyce, how do you feel? Are you still uncomfortable? Do you feel very hot? Please bear with it for a while. This is a sign that the fever has subsided." Wen Churan rambled.

Boyce opened his dry lips, and it was as if there was a piece of cotton stuck in his throat. It was very difficult for him to make a weak sound.

"You...why are you here?"

Wen Churan explained, "I heard from the servant that you were sick, so I rushed over to take care of you immediately."

"I...I don't need...your care."

"Mr. Boyce, don't get me wrong. I don't mean anything else. You are sick because of me. It is natural for me to take care of you. If you don't let me take care of you, I will definitely die of guilt."

Boyce closed his eyes tiredly, frowned, and seemed to be a little irritable. He said vaguely, "This body... is sick and useless..."

"Ah?" Wen Churan was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong with what Bai Yisi said. What was wrong, but she couldn't tell.

"Anyone will catch a cold and have a fever after being caught in the rain. This is a normal fact, unless you are an iron man, so this has nothing to do with your body, Mr. Boyce. Don't think too much about it." Wen Churan hurriedly comforted him.

Boyce didn't speak for a long time.

Wen Churan thought he was tired, so he added, "Why don't you rest for a while? I'll go out first and won't disturb you anymore."