Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband

Chapter 470: 470: How Did I Get a Fever?



Chapter 470: Chapter 470: How Did I Get a Fever?
Based on Baron Stuart’s personality, the reason for his delay in explaining matters to her must be that he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

He is so high and mighty, a man who doesn’t easily bow down. He has his arrogance and the inherent self-esteem of a man.

It’s now 7:30 AM in the early morning. Opening the curtain, the scent from outside is quite intriguing.

Only…

Turning her head, the man on the bed seems to be sleeping… very soundly?

Emily Walker turned around and saw the man still sleeping deeply on the double bed. She couldn’t help but walk over to him.

From his narrow eyes to his high nose, and then to his sexy thin lips, every part and every inch of him exudes an air of pride unique to this man.

Especially those sexy thin lips – every time she kissed him, it was as if there was a magic that made her deeply addicted and unable to stop.

Thin lips…

Thin…

“…”

Her glance fell on Baron Stuart’s sexy thin lips, but those lips, at this time, were…

Why are they so dry and cracked…

She reached out again, touching his delicate and smooth skin — it’s so hot!

Emily Walker’s face changed, and she reached out again to check his full forehead. It was still unbearably hot!

“Baron Stuart?” She became anxious. She should have realized that he had a habit of waking up at the same time every morning. It was already past 7:30 AM, and he hadn’t moved a muscle. It must be because of the fever caused by the wound on his back!

Doctor Gavin!

Emily Walker rushed out of the room beside the bed.

A little while later, Doctor Gavin entered.

He carefully checked Baron Stuart’s wound on his back, which had been treated yesterday and showed no strange signs. How could he suddenly have a fever?

“What’s going on? Is it because of his wound…” Emily Walker looked at Doctor Gavin with concern.

“It’s okay, don’t worry too much. I’ll prescribe some antipyretic medicine for the Young Master. Once the fever goes down, he’ll be fine.” It was just an ordinary fever and nothing serious.

However, Doctor Gavin didn’t understand why the sudden fever occurred.

Even if it was caused by the wound, as long as he didn’t catch a cold, didn’t get caught in the rain, or didn’t take a cold water bath, it shouldn’t cause a fever, right?

A cold water bath?

Doctor Gavin seemed to suddenly think of something and turned towards Emily Walker, “Did the Young Master take a cold water bath last night?”

“…” Emily Walker raised her head, looking at Doctor Gavin with some confusion.

It took a while before she lowered her head and thought, then raised her head again, “I don’t know, I don’t think so.”

It wasn’t summer yet. Who would take a cold water bath for no reason?

Emily Walker looked at Doctor Gavin with a puzzled expression, not understanding why he would ask such a question.

Seeing her bewildered face, Doctor Gavin guessed that she didn’t know about some men’s ‘predicaments’!

“Ahem, it’s nothing. I’ll go get the medicine for the Young Master.” With a light cough, Doctor Gavin pursed his lips and left the room.

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Due to Baron Stuart’s sudden high fever, the trip back to E City was rescheduled for the next day.

At 11 AM, the private jet arrived in E City.

Upon returning to the familiar city, Emily Walker’s mood suddenly improved a lot, even surprising Mrs. Noelle.

Ever since the incident, the Young Madam had lost the child in her belly, and her mood had been quite poor. There also seemed to be a barrier between her and the Young Master.

It was unexpected that after a trip to City C and coming back, the whole person had changed.

“Mrs. Noelle! I missed you so much!” As soon as she entered the Grand Hall, Emily Walker hugged Mrs. Noelle’s neck, acting intimately like mother and daughter.

Seeing her mood improve, Mrs. Noelle was naturally happy, smiling at her, “Young Madam, you seem to be in a much better mood after going on a trip.”


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