He comes into my room in less than a minute, wearing a handsome frown. How much does this man love me? A grin spreads across my face.
He presses his hand against my forehead, the frown deepening. “You have a fever.”
I wipe my grin away and make a sad face, nodding.
He stands straight, pursing his lips—those beautiful lips. “This happens when you act like a brainless person. Now suffer.”
I curl my lips downward, scrunching my chin.
“I’m bringing medicine,” he says, increasing the room’s temperature, then walks out.
He returns with a glass of water and a box full of medicines prepared by Iselyn. Everyone here takes only medicines made by her. Before them, this strange family never really used medicine, may God give that girl a life of a thousand years.
He places the box down and takes out pills for my cold and fever. They won’t show their effect instantly, but by morning I’ll be better.
I gulp down the pills with water, then hand the glass back to him. He places it on the side table and tugs me under the covers.
“I won’t be able to sleep alone,” I whisper in a weak voice.
Whatever type of cold I’ve caught, it’s definitely not an easy one. The headache and backache have worsened sharply in such a short time.
He sits down on the bed and slides under the covers beside me, pulling me into his arms.
I press my fingers against my forehead. He starts pressing it gently, giving me kisses there occasionally.
chapter 33
Avira
I swear I will never behave like a stubborn idiot again. Never, till the day I die. Right now, I’m in so much pain I feel like dying. I’m conscious for five minutes, then drift into an unconscious, dreamless sleep for thirty to forty minutes. It’s been this way since three in the morning. My fever hasn’t gone down even a bit since last night.
Zoan has already called Lyn five times since morning. And it’s still morning. She keeps asking him to have patience—patience, which Zoan loses very rarely.
I blink my eyes to keep them open, trying to feel mysurroundings.
My room’s door opens and Wen enters. “What have you done to yourself?”
I guess Zoan has already spread the news of me catching a cold.
She sits beside me and touches my forehead. “You’re burning up. Have you taken the medicines?”
I nod.
She sighs. “You’re looking like a red cherry. Have you canceled your event?”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to cancel it. I canceled the last one as well in September,” I say in a slurred voice.
She chuckles. “You can’t even speak properly, and I’m sure you can’t stand either.”
I sigh. “They organized this event especially for me. I don’t know how to refuse.”
Her eyes shine with a mischievous grin. “I can go in your place. I’ll really enjoy the love of your readers. And don’t worry, I’ll sprinkle tonnes of love over them.”
I chuckle weakly. “And no one will know it’s not me.”
“The only photos of you available on the internet are far shots. And it’s been six months since your fans last saw you. I’ll just straighten my hair and—tada—Ash Penny is ready.”
Well, she is not wrong. From afar, no one can tell the difference between us. Our distinctive features—like our eye shapes and the slight differences in our mouths and smiles—are only visible up close.
