Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

He carried her to his soft giant bed, gently laid her down, rested her white slender legs on his knees, took off the slippers on her feet for her, then helped her lie down and covered her with the quilt.

Not long after, Jamie soon arrived.

He brought the medical kit and after taking Joyce’s temperature and listening carefully to her lungs, he frowned, “The fever can be quite serious. Her breath sounds in her lungs are heavy with rales and there must be an infection in the lungs. What did she do today?”

Luther returned, “She jumped into a canal today and saved a man from drowning.”

Then she went with him to the 704th Army Hospital, caught a cold, and did not change her clothes in time. Finally, she went to the supermarket and made dinner when they came back. It had been a really long day.

He blamed himself for he failed to notice just how exhausted she must have been and let her do all the things.

Jamie removed the stethoscope from his ear, “No wonder, it’s choking pneumonia.”

“Is it something serious?” Luther’s face changed.

“Not really. Only a small amount of water, and the water is relatively clean. The human respiratory tract has some ability to heal itself and is able to expel and absorb water. I give her an antibacterial and a fever-reducing injection. She should get better in a week or so. If she still has a persistent high fever of over 40 degrees in the morning, she will need to go to the hospital for oxygen therapy.”

Jamie finished, took the injection from the medical kit, and lifted the sleeve of Joyce’s left arm.

Joyce had fallen asleep in a daze and felt a tingling in her arm as she drifted off. She frowned gently and fell back to sleep.

After the injection, Jamie packed up the medical kit, explained to Luther how she should take her medication, and finally asked, “Mister, do you have any ice packs at home?”

Luther nodded, “Yes.”

“Put ice packs on her forehead repeatedly, and rotate them a little more diligently. Physical cooling is more effective.” Jamie handed the medicine to Luther, “I’ll go first, call me if things are not right, also call me if her temperature gets over 42 degrees or she would have trouble breathing.”

After Jamie left.

Luther took some ice packs out of the freezer and took a small portable refrigerator to the head of the bed. He placed the ice packs on Joyce’s forehead and placed the rest of the ice packs in the portable mini-fridge.

Joyce, who had been sleeping hard and wriggling around all the time, felt the cool and refreshing sensation and quiet down instantly.

Luther sat on the edge of the bed, looking at this usually cold and arrogant girl, who now showed all her delicateness to him. Her lips were a bit pale, her cheeks abnormally scarlet, and her long eyelashes left a fan-shaped shadow, like a fragile porcelain doll.

He reached out and smoothed out her lightly furrowed brow, and couldn’t help but stroke across her flawless cheek, which felt just so soft, smooth, and delicate.

It was hard to imagine, how the hero in the day who could jump into the river without hesitation would end up like this at night.

It was chaotic in the morning and he was in a hurry, and now he had the chance to think about it.

That scene deeply shocked his mind.

I never knew a woman could have such a powerful personality.

Joyce suddenly felt the warmth close to her, and she instinctively leaned toward the source of warmth. At first, she just hugged his arm and then curled up in his arms.

He felt extremely relieved to see her sleeping.

Luther could not bear to push her away and simply lay down beside her, letting her rest in his arms.

In the light, he could see her slightly open collar, and her glowing snow-white yet at the same time pinky skin.

She felt soft, yet his breath was a little tight. There was a surge of heat that came up and rubbed off, and the temperature of his body went up.

Taking a deep breath and holding himself together, he turned on his side and took out a new ice pack from the bed for her to replace the old ones.

She was still burning hot.

The instant coolness didn’t sit well with Joyce, and she dazedly moved her leg, hung onto his lap, and went back to sleep.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Luther grunted and hurriedly took hold of her other foot that had been in some weird position.

She’s really too good at finding places to put her leg…