the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 1075: Empty Arms, an Aching Heart

The man’s arms were strong and forceful, enclosing her in his embrace, rendering her immobile. Bit by bit, he fed her the dicine, and seeing her clench her teeth and refuse to swallow, his expression turned slightly grim.

The man took a sip of the dicine, fed her the dicine, and before he knew it, most of it had been fed to her.

Richard Shaw wasn’t very sensitive to taste, even if the dicine was bitter, it didn’t bother him. Seeing her little face scrunched up, he dipped his head to lightly kiss her until the bitterness in her mouth faded away, her little face no longer puckered, only then did he release her.

The man fetched a warm towel, wiped her little face, smoothed her furrowed brow, and seeing her transform back into a beautiful little fairy, he then tucked her back in with the blanket.

The old lady, upon hearing that Crystal Landon was sick, was instantly frightened and wanted to call over the family doctor.

"It’s just a cold and fever. I’ve already given her so fever-reducing dicine. She should be fine once she sweats it out," Richard Shaw said in a deep voice. "On the first day of the new year, calling a doctor won’t help, she still needs to take dicine to gradually recover."

The old lady went up to see the little girl sleeping soundly, and sighed, "What happened to you two? It’s the New Year, one got a head injury, the other high fever and illness, this start of the year is unlucky, the whole year ahead will be unlucky."

Richard Shaw’s gaze deepened, he said nothing, supporting the old lady downstairs, he said softly, "Grandma, don’t worry, it probably got cold at night, I will take care of her."

The old lady nodded and instructed Mrs. Zhao to prepare so nourishing soup.

The man fed her so soup, and then changed a few hot towels, and only when the temperature on her forehead gradually ca down did he breathe a sigh of relief, cradling her in his arms and covering her with a thick blanket.

The man exuded heat like a furnace, and by the latter half of the night, seeing that Crystal Landon had broken out in a sweat and her pallor was no longer unsightly, only then did he kiss her little face gently and held her to sleep.

That night, Richard Shaw hardly slept; every ti Crystal moved, he would wake up, only dozing off towards the morning.

Crystal felt pressed by a furnace all night, her entire body soaked in sweat, feeling terribly uncomfortable.

She moved her hand, wanting to lift the blanket a bit, but the man holding her almost instantly woke up, saying heavily, "Don’t move, or the cold will worsen."

She was silent for a mont, then struggled to push the man away, shrinking to the edge of the bed, putting so distance between them.

Richard Shaw noticed the first thing she did upon waking was to push him away, wordlessly lying at the corner of the bed, his handso, solemn face darkening sowhat, an emptiness in his embrace and heart alike.

The man said nothing, and only when her breathing gradually steadied, assuming she had fallen back asleep, did he reach to gently touch her forehead, his warm body lightly pressing closer to pull her back into his arms.

Crystal Landon’s illness ca on fiercely, and it took a whole week for her to recover. Throughout the week, the old lady made different nourishing supplents for her every day, watching her drink them.

Richard Shaw had nurous tasks to attend to, usually dealing with matters at the Military District during the day, rushing back at night to look after her.

The two hardly spoke throughout the week. The man was inherently reticent; apart from asking if she had taken her dicine, he basically didn’t know what else to say. Most of the ti, Crystal just listened, too lazy to respond. At night, each slept on half the bed. Crystal sneered, wasn’t this supposed to be a partnership, keeping to each other’s business? Wasn’t he supposed to be able to step out halfway?

From now on, even if he wants to do sothing, it will depend on whether she is willing or not!