It was unclear how much ti had passed, but it finally ended.
Oscar saw her emotionless eyes and, for so reason, suddenly didn’t want to look anymore. He wrapped his long arm around her and buried her face in his chest. He made a unilateral decision, "We’ll have the wedding in a month, and I’ll inform everyone to attend. If my mother cos to see you again, just ignore her!"
Upon hearing his words, Skye Lawrence’s eyes, which were wide open, suddenly closed in pain—
*
Because of the ti difference, it was already late at night in Country W, while it was just noon on Pacifica Island.
Enna Clark had been sleeping in a daze with a high fever for an entire day and night before she woke up.
Her first reaction upon waking was soreness.
Every muscle in her body was stiff as a rock and couldn’t move. She lay in bed for a while to rest before she could barely sit up, supporting herself on the mattress.
A distinct odor filled the air, so strong that it was hard to ignore.
Enna supported her head, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.
Just then.
The door opened.
The maid ca in with water and, seeing she was awake, hurried over to the bedside with joy, "Ms. Clark, you’re finally awake. That’s great!"
"Did I sleep for a long ti?" She glanced at the clock, not long at all; it was just noon.
Baron Lawrence had argued and broken up with her around nine in the morning and then left ho. It was now twelve-thirty, and she had only slept for three hours. Why was the servant so excited?
The maid was naturally excited because she had slept for an entire day and night, scaring everyone to death. "Ms. Clark, you’ve slept for a day."
"Is it the second day now?" Enna was surprised and rubbed her head. So that’s why she slept so long; no wonder her head hurt so much.
"Yes. Yesterday morning, Ms. Clark suddenly had a high fever and fell unconscious, and you only woke up now. You’ve been asleep for a full day and night."
A fever?
She had a fever?
Enna vaguely rembered her dreams. In them, she seed to be in great discomfort. First, she was being roasted in a furnace, and then she was entangled by a large python, both hot and tight, and the worst was the python occasionally biting her... Fortunately, things got better later; it wasn’t as hot, and the python disappeared.
She frowned as she slled the strange scent on the back of her hand and couldn’t help but ask the maid, "Why... do I sll like alcohol?"
The room, too, was filled with the sll of liquor, making it hard to ignore.
The maid’s expression stiffened, and her eyes shifted, clearly feeling guilty. Unfortunately, Enna had just woken up and didn’t notice the change in her expression. By the ti she noticed, the maid had already composed herself, nervously lying, "I used white liquor to rub your body down, Ms. Clark. It’s a traditional redy from my hotown. When I had a fever as a child, my mom used this thod to cool down. Ms. Clark, you had such a high fever that wouldn’t break, so I tried this in a mont of desperation. I’m sorry, Ms. Clark, for doing this without your permission..."
Enna had also heard of the thod of using white liquor to reduce fever. She had no idea Baron Lawrence had co back after their breakup, so she believed the maid’s words. She waved her hand and said, "It’s fine. I’m okay now, right? I should be thanking you instead."
The maid, having done nothing, lied again, feeling very uneasy and dared not et her eyes. Just as she was about to change the subject to tell her what happened while she was in a fevered sleep—
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened.
One large and one small figure rushed in.
The smaller one, like a little dumpling, kicked off his shoes and climbed onto Enna’s bed like a little panda, throwing himself into Enna’s arms.
"Kitty."
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