After Freya threw up, she began to shiver all over and break into a cold sweat. She looked like she was in a state of prostration.
She shut her eyes and heard busy footsteps in the room. After a while, Ryan went downstairs and soon came up again. He wrapped his arm around her and fed her antipyretic.
Somehow, she eventually fell asleep.
By the time she woke up, the sky was bright, and the heater in the house was switched on.
She slowly sat up, feeling tired. Nevertheless, she was a lot more relaxed and comfortable than before.
Ryan was asleep on the chaise lounge beside her.
There was a thin blanket that covered him above his waist. He was wearing a green pajama shirt, which looked familiar to Freya. Only after a long while did she recall that Rodney used to wear it.
The sunlight poured in through the thin window and shone on his tired, sleeping face. He was deep asleep. His fine, messy hair fell on his brows, making his face look even more clean and handsome.
Freya was stunned for a while.
She remembered someone staying by her side after
she threw up last night.
That person also took her temperature every now and then.
She knew it was him.
Whenever she had a fever back then, she definitely did not dare to sleep as she wished during her fever. That was because if her fever worsened, she might suffer brain damage.
However, she could be so relaxed only because she was subconsciously aware of his presence.
Now that she thought about it, she realized that she was in such a sorry state that night.
She had thrown up so much that even she was disgusted. The house must have smelled bad.
Nevertheless, Ryan did not mind at all and stayed beside her the entire night.
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