Chapter 4075
Married At First Sight Chapter 4075
Chapter 4075
A few minutes later, Abby removed the thermometer from Evan’s armpit, glanced at the reading, and stated, “38 degrees. The fever hasn’t completely broken, but it’s a significant improvement from 39.8 when you were admitted. When did you last take your medicine? Is it time for another dose?”
Evan shook his head, indicating that he couldn’t remember.
Abby pondered for a moment before saying, “I believe it’s about time. Take your medicine first, get some rest, and I’ll have dinner sent over. Given your condition, you should stick to something light—perhaps some plain porridge.”
Knowing how sore his throat was, Abby called home and asked the nanny to prepare dinner, specifically requesting a bowl of white porridge for Evan.
Evan nodded eagerly, feeling grateful.
After concluding the call, Abby turned to him and teased, “The articulate Fourth Young Master York has been reduced to a mute who can only nod. Honestly, it’s strange to see you like this.”
She was accustomed to their playful banter.
Evan gave her an apologetic look.
“Don’t give me that look. You don’t owe me anything,” Abby said, waving him off. “I’m not here to babysit you daily. Your grandmother asked me to check on you because of the high fever. Now that it’s coming down and the medication seems effective, I’d say you’re on the road to recovery. You can manage on your own…”
Before she could finish, Evan suddenly erupted into a violent coughing fit. His face turned red, and he gasped for air as if he was about to pass out.
Initially, Abby thought he was being dramatic, but as the coughing intensified, she rushed to his side in concern. She gently patted his back, picked up the cup of warm water from the bedside table, and handed it to him. “Here, drink some water.”
Evan took the cup and sipped twice,
After a few more coughs, he finally seemed to calm down.
“Abby…” he croaked, his voice strained, gesturing to his throat in clear pain.
“If it hurts that much, don’t try to talk,” Abby said firmly. “The doctor advised you to rest your voice for a few days.”
Evan picked up his phone, typed a message, and showed it to her: I’m still feeling awful. Can you stay and take care of me tomorrow too?
After reading it, Abby sighed. “I have a meeting tomorrow and an important client to meet. I really can’t spare the time. But if you can’t manage on your own, I can arrange for a caretaker and a bodyguard to look after you.”
Evan didn’t respond immediately. After a moment, he typed back: OK, thank you.
“Get some more rest,” Abby told him.
Still fatigued from his illness, Evan soon fell back asleep.
When he awoke again, the city lights were twinkling outside.
Abby, having eaten and relaxed, was watching TV in the small lounge outside. Almost as if sensing he was awake, she appeared in the room almost immediately.
“You’re finally up,” she said. “I’ve checked on you a few times already. Come on, sit up and eat some porridge. Your fever returned a bit earlier.”
Evan sat up slowly.
This time, he felt much better. His forehead no longer felt feverish, his throat was less painful, and his body felt lighter.
He glanced at the IV stand; the medicine was nearly finished.
Abby entered with a steaming bowl of porridge. Noticing him eyeing the IV, she said, “That’s the last bottle. In about ten minutes, you can call the nurse to remove the needle.”