Chapter 4079

Married At First Sight Chapter 4079
Chapter 4079
The night passed quietly.
Evan woke the next morning, disturbed by an uncomfortable heat. The ward’s heater was on, and he had bundled up tightly before falling asleep. At some point during the night, he began sweating, but his exhaustion prevented him from waking. By morning, the heat had become unbearable, prompting him to stir.
“Abby…”
He instinctively called her name. His voice, still hoarse, sounded much improved compared to the day before.
The absence of a response reminded him that Abby had gone home the previous night. He was alone in the hospital.
Earlier that night, his mother had called, her cheerful voice providing a small comfort. Still, the reality of being sick and alone in an unfamiliar place left Evan feeling homesick.
He thought about Wildridge Manor. Back home, it always buzzed with activity when his brothers returned. Their mischievous grandmother doted on them, and despite his parents’ sarcastic remarks, they cared deeply for their children. The warmth and familiarity of home stood in stark contrast to the solitude of his current surroundings.
Evan reached for a box of tissues on the bedside table and used several to wipe the sweat from his forehead and neck. He sat up, pulling the quilt off, his body still warm from the night’s sweating.
The fever had broken.
Thanks to the many bottles of liquid medicine he received the day before and a restful night, his sore throat had eased significantly. He felt hopeful—after one more day of treatment and adequate rest, he would likely be discharged tomorrow.
Tomorrow was Saturday.
He recalled Abby’s mom mentioning that Spencer would return to the country that day, and Abby was supposed to pick him up at the airport. Evan made a firm decision: he would accompany Abby. There was no way he’d let Spencer and Abby

spend some time alone. He got out of bed, poured himself a glass of warm water, and sat back down to drink it. His stomach growled loudly, protesting its emptiness. Just then, his phone rang. Evan checked the screen and saw Abby’s name. He quickly answered.

“Abby.”

“You sound clearer today than yesterday,” Abby observed. “Does your throat still hurt? Has the fever completely gone down? I wasn’t sure if you’d be awake yet—I thought my call might pull you out of sleep.”

Evan replied, “I just woke up. I was thirsty and poured myself some water. My throat still hurts, but it’s much better than yesterday. The medicine is working. I started sweating in the middle of the night, and when I woke up, the fever was gone. I feel a lot better.” He hadn’t taken his temperature yet but touched his forehead, confirming the fever had subsided.

“That’s great news,” Abby said. “I’ll arrange for someone to bring you breakfast.” She’d just woken up and was heading out for her morning run when she thought to call and check on him.

Evan hesitated before softly asking, “Abby, could you bring me breakfast yourself?”

There was a brief pause. “I’m really busy,” Abby responded. “I lost an entire day yesterday because of you, and now I’m swamped. I need to work overtime to catch up. Even the day you live-streamed eating chili peppers, my eldest sister tried to discuss something important with me, but we never got the chance.”

Abby had spent all of yesterday taking care of Evan—rushing him to the hospital, staying by his side during his fever, and ensuring he was okay. She had neglected her work, and now the unfinished tasks were piling up.

Evan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You could bring me breakfast and then head to work. It wouldn’t take long. I just… I just want to spend some time with you.”

“See you.”