Chasing After My Beloved Wife

Chapter 31 The Fever

She could not help but smile bitterly. If she was not bitten to death today, she would be struck by

lightning!

Shawn suddenly stopped and looked at her trembling body. He couldn't help but frown.

He grabbed Joye’s arm, and strode away, dragging her into the car that was parked at the side.

Although the heater wasn’t turned on, the temperature inside the car was much warmer than it was

outside. Joye's mind was a little groggy, and her whole body no longer had any strength to struggle.

Shawn's anger lasted for nearly an hour. Seeing that Joye seemed to have fallen asleep on the seat,

he became more anxious for no reason.

"Don't think that I'll let you go every time you faint."

Shawn pushed her shoulder hard, and Joye's head fell heavily on the door frame along with a muffled

thud.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately placed his big hand on her smooth and wet

forehead. His expression also changed as the skin under his hand was extremely hot.

"Joye, wake up. Wake up, please."

He patted her face several times but there was no response, and the temperature beneath his palm

was getting higher and higher. A hint of panic flashed across Shawn's eyes. He quickly took off his

slightly dry shirt and wrapped it around her exposed skin. He lifted her up and quickly ran towards the

apartment elevator. He was so anxious that he even forgot to close his car door.

Fortunately, he found the key to her apartment in her pocket. After entering the apartment, he brought

her straight to the bathroom.

He washed her with hot water, warming up her chilled bones then wiped her dry with a thick bath towel.

After that, he carried her back to the bed.

Shawn rummaged through all the drawers in the room and found that she did not have any medicine

for fever. His expression became more and more anxious as he took out his phone and dialed a

number.

"Connor, quickly go to the pharmacy. Buy some fever medication and bring it here to the Birming

Mansion."

"What? Little brother, you need a tranquilizer?"

The call was noisy, Connor was not taking things seriously. Shawn could even hear a woman's noisy

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"Don't talk nonsense. I know you are at Red Sleeves. If I don't see you in ten minutes, Red Sleeves will

be closed tomorrow."

Shawn hung up right away. Salmon's residence was relatively far away while the Red Sleeves was only

two streets away. Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered to ask for his help.

Connor grumbled to himself, "F*ck, you haven’t talked to me for a whole month and you call just to

order me around. Every time you come to me, you have this attitude. You guys can play by yourselves.

I have something to deal with."

"By the way, do you guys know what kind of medicine is more effective for fever?"

Connor was dressed in a beautiful suit and had a casual, nonchalant air about him. While asking, he

remembered to wink at the big-chested girl sitting in the corner.

"Connor, we don't have a fever, we just..."

The woman responded with a sweet smile. Connor knew that he could not get anything out of her. He

caressed her with his big hands, turned around, and walked out quickly.

There were only a few people who could make Shawn so anxious.

How interesting.

Joye was so hot that she started shivering uncontrollably. Unconsciously, she started crying out.

"C–cold. S–so cold."

"You’re still cold? I have adjusted the heater to the highest level."

Shawn folded the blanket into two and covered her trembling body.

"D*mn Connor. Why hasn't he come yet?"

Ring! Ring!

As soon as the doorbell rang, Shawn got up and ran to the door speedily then yanked it open.

"Hurry up and give it to me!"

"You're in such a hurry. At least tell me who's inside first. Are you serious this time? Did you hide a girl

in this house?"

Connor had a curious expression on his face as he stepped inside. However, Shawn took the medicine

from him and slammed the door shut in Connor’s face.

"D*mn it! Shawn, your attitude simply makes you inhumane. There are two types of fever medication.

One is for men, and the other is for women on their monthly occasions. Don't simply feed it to people."

Shawn heard Connor’s voice through the door. Then, he lowered his head and compared the

ingredients in both medicines before throwing one of them into the trash can.

Joye felt that something wet had entered her mouth, and then warm water ran down her throat. It

temporarily soothed the burning ache in her uncomfortable throat.

"Water..."

Hearing her call for water, Shawn immediately fed her the remaining half of the water before he

covered her again with the blanket.

As time went by, he stared at Joye, who was lying motionless in bed. Every few minutes, he placed his

palm on her forehead, checking the temperature, but she was still burning with a high fever.

When he dialed Connor’s phone number again, he couldn't suppress his impatience. "It's been ten

minutes since the medicine was consumed, but it didn't work at all!"

"Little brother, that's a medicine for the fever. It will only work in 20 minutes to half an hour. I've said

long ago that you can't just make money. You also have to be rich with life’s common knowledge..."

Without waiting for Connor to finish speaking, Shawn hung up the phone and entered the washroom

with a sullen face. Half a minute later, he came out with a wet towel in his hand.

He remembered that when he was young, his mother would put a cold towel on his head whenever he

had a fever.

"Uh..."

The sudden coldness caused Joye to cry out. Her furrowed brows gradually relaxed after getting

soothed by the coldness on her forehead. Only then did the nervous Shawn let out a sigh of relief.

After another ten minutes or so, the redness on her face gradually reduced. Her hot skin also returned

to a somewhat normal state. Shawn bent his waist and stared fiercely at her sleeping face for a long

time before he finally relaxed his tight lips.

She was too delicate. She had a fever just because she was drenched in a little bit of rain.

He was worried about whether she could get rid of the fever completely, so he stayed by her bedside

for two hours. It was not until Joye's forehead was wet with sweat that he took away the heavy

blankets.

After stretching his stiff back, Shawn pulled on the clothes that he left out to dry and walked out of the

apartment quietly.

It was still raining outside. He ran two steps to open the door, but was stopped by the driver in the

passenger seat.

"Why are you here?"

"Little brother, if I was not here, who would be protecting your car that had its door wide open? Were

you waiting for someone to steal it? Besides, it's raining so heavily. Of course, I have to find a

comfortable place to hide."

Connor raised his head and looked towards the apartment building. Then, he raised the corner of his

crimson lips maliciously. "Tell me, who was the woman inside? Vivian?"

Hearing Vivian's name, Shawn subconsciously frowned. He then heard Connor chuckling. "I knew it

wasn't her. Don't tell me that the woman inside is Joye?"

"How did you know?"

Shawn turned his head and glared at Connor as if his secret had been found out. It made him

somewhat embarrassed.