Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart Chapter 2306 - 2315: If You’re Not Going to the Hospital, at

Scott Harris saw this and held his breath as he walked up to him, whispering, "Lord, why don’t you just tell Young Madam about your injury to avoid any misunderstanding with her..."

Before he could finish, the irritated man imdiately shot him a warning look, "Don’t say a word!"

"...Yes."

Scott stepped aside, glancing worriedly in the direction of the bedroom.

Could it be that Young Madam really misunderstands Lord and is planning to ignore him out of anger?

But Lord is already injured, and if he’s in a bad mood, the wound will be even harder to heal...

While he was worried, Enna Clark, who had entered the bedroom first, ca out with a household dicine box in her hand. Although she was still angry, except for the stern look on her face, she had no intention of ignoring Baron Lawrence.

"Mr. Harris, can you please bring a glass of water?"

Seeing her co out, Scott was overjoyed and quickly replied, "Alright, Young Madam, please wait a mont."

Enna Clark pressed her lips tightly, walked to the sofa, placed the dicine box on the coffee table, opened it, and took out so fever-reducing dicine. She poured out two pills into her palm, walked up to the man who was still sulking, and extended her hand, "Take the fever-reducing dicine first."

"..." Isn’t she ignoring him, entering a cold war with him?

Seeing him not reaching out, Enna frowned slightly and said irritably, "If you don’t want to go to the hospital, you should at least take so dicine, right?"

As she spoke, she grabbed his hand and directly poured the capsules from her palm into his hand, insisting, "Take these."

Baron Lawrence lowered his head, his dark hawk-like eyes scanning the two round capsules rolling in his palm, his gaze deepening. Then he looked up at her.

"Young Madam, the water is here." Scott handed over the water at this mont and was montarily stunned seeing the capsules in Baron’s palm, "Are those..."

Although Enna was angry with Baron Lawrence, she didn’t take it out on others, "Fever-reducing dicine. I touched his forehead just now, and it felt a bit hot. He is probably running a fever. So, I found so fever-reducing dicine."

"So this glass of water is..." Scott quickly glanced at the noble man, hesitating to speak.

Enna didn’t notice his small gesture, nodding, "For him to take the dicine with."

She reached out to take the glass from Scott’s hand.

Instinctively, Scott pulled his hand back to avoid her reach.

What to do?

Lord wasn’t actually running a fever; it was the natural body heat post-surgery from the shoulder wound and one of the side effects of the military anesthetic.

How could he let Lord, who wasn’t feverish, take fever-reducing dicine at such a critical ti?

But how could he stop Young Madam and tell her Lord isn’t having a fever?

"Mr. Harris?" Enna, not understanding why he avoided her, called out to him.

Scott’s scalp tightened upon hearing her, having no idea how to handle this situation, "Um, Young Madam... this glass of water..."

Having been with Baron Lawrence for so long, Scott’s mind was sharp. After a mont of panic, he quickly cald down and told Enna, "I thought this glass of water was for you, Young Madam, so I added sugar in it. I’m not sure if the sugar would affect the dicine’s efficacy, so let get Lord a fresh glass."

After saying this, he quickly turned and headed to the kitchen with the glass. As he turned away, he let out a long sigh of relief, his back drenched in cold sweat.