Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 328

Chapter 328 Running a High Fever

I glanced back instinctively and asked, "I don't know, what's wrong?"

Ensio spoke. "There's an important meeting this afternoon, but I can't reach him. I've been trying to contact him."

1 furrowed my brow, hesitated for a moment, and replied, "I'll go check on him."

After hanging up the phone, I returned to the living room. I went back upstairs and arrived at the study where Idris had stayed the previous night. I knocked on the door several times, but there was no response. Worried that something might have happened, I tried the door handle and was surprised to find that it was not locked.

After a brief moment of surprise, I entered the study. As I stepped inside, I felt a rush of hot air.

All the curtains in the study were drawn, shrouding the room in darkness. I reached out and turned on the light, and the room instantly brightened.

There, I saw a man lying under the covers.

"Idris?" I called out.

The man in the bed remained still. I called his name two more times, but there was still no response. Realizing that something was wrong, I approached the bed and, upon closer inspection, I noticed that Idris' handsome face was flushed. His forehead was covered in sweat, he was trembling uncontrollably, and his lips were pale.

I reached out and touched his forehead, which was scorching hot. He had a fever, and it seemed quite serious.

Judging by his condition, he must have started running a fever last night. No wonder Ensio could not reach him on the phone. After calling out to him for a while to no avail, I decided to call the Youngs' doctor. I then soaked a towel in warm water and used it to wipe his sweat.

"Yvette," the man's voice was low and hoarse, barely audible.

I leaned in closer to him and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

His eyelids trembled, but he seemed unable to open his eyes. He mumbled something, but I could not make out his words. I pressed my ear to his mouth to listen more closely.

Only then could I faintly hear the man's soft voice saying, "I... was wrong."

My body tensed, and my heart ached slightly at his words. Even in this condition, he wanted to apologize.

Wiping his sweaty forehead, I felt a pang in my chest. My throat was dry as I said, "Who on earth apologizes like this? You're so stupid!"

He could not hear my words and continued to mumble, either apologizing or calling my name.

The Youngs' doctor arrived shortly after. Seeing the severity of Idris' fever, he became flustered and asked, "What's going on? How did he get such a high fever?" Chapter 328 Ru

Feeling a bit guilty, I replied, "He got caught in the rain yesterday, and when he came back, I didn't pay much attention to him. He just went to sleep, and I only realized he had a fever now.

The doctor sighed and, as he measured his temperature, said, "I'll start an IV drip for him. However, his fever is quite severe, and given the duration he's had it, I'm concerned it might lead to complications if we don't bring it down quickly. You'll need to use alcohol to physically reduce his temperature later. Also, try to get him to take this fever-reducing medicine. If we rely solely on the IV, it might take too long, and prolonged fever can be dangerous."

I nodded. I went looking for some alcohol and a towel, and after the doctor started the IV, I retrieved the fever-reducing medicine. The doctor handed it to me and said, "You'll need to find a way to get him to swallow this."

I tried to crush the medicine and mix it with water to make it easier for Idris to swallow. However, I had underestimated how uncooperative a patient could be. Not only did he not drink the medicine, but he spat it out.

Idris probably could not tolerate the bitter taste, and in his fever-induced daze, he resisted the medication. He looked nothing like his usual stern self. He appeared weak and vulnerable, like a sick child. Seeing that he had spat out all the medicine, the doctor furrowed his brow and worriedly said, "What do we do now? If he can't take the medicine, the fever might not go down in time, and it could become more serious."

I furrowed my brow too, feeling helpless. I had no experience caring for a sick person. When Charlie was sick, he at least had some awareness and could follow instructions. But now, with Idris in this condition, it was clear he could not be reasoned with.

I hesitated, then crushed the medicine again. This time, instead of trying to feed it to him, I took a sip and held my mouth to his lips, forcibly administering it.

The doctor was a little surprised at this and paused for a moment before silently leaving the

room.

It was not a lot of medicine, but it was difficult to administer to a patient.

Moreover, it tasted incredibly bitter. Holding my breath, I initially intended to let Idris

swallow it on his own. However, he showed no sign of cooperation and refused to swallow it at all.

I was afraid he would vomit it out again, so I pressed his lips firmly and, in the process, I instinctively stuck out my tongue.

The medicine was successfully administered, but the man greedily plundered my mouth as.if he had tasted something delicious. My body stiffened for a moment, and my hands and feet

went numb.

Wanting to push him away, I suddenly felt the back of my head being held down. He was becoming unabashedly bold.

He left me bewildered for a moment. Then, I forcefully pushed him away. My heart raced, and I glared at the man lying there. He looked at me with a dazed and lost expression and croaked, "Yvette."

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