Chapter 110 - Kyra Got Caught Red Handed.

Next morning, Sofia was the first one to wake up. She usually works out in the evening but as it is the weekend and they might go out to have fun, she scheduled her aerobics session in the morning. 

When she woke up, Kyra was in a deep sleep beside her. She had a pleasant smile on her face as if she was dreaming something sweet and pleasant. 

Sofia smiled seeing her friend's peaceful face. It is rare to see Kyra like this. She would mostly have disturbed sleep, often punished with nightmares and bad dreams. 

"She must be dreaming about Oliver... hehe." Sofia thought. 

She couldn't help but take a picture of Kyra. However, when she zoomed that picture, she saw something that fascinated and surprised her at the same time. 

"What the hell!" she exclaimed in shock and moved Kyra's night shirt a little at the shoulder part. 

"Good gracious!!" Sofia muttered as her eyes zoomed at the red spot on Kyra's skin. 

It is obvious that it is a hickey. Kyra got caught red handed...

"Here she says that she is not as fast as me!" Sofia said. 

She took a picture of that as well and moved Kyra's clothes back to normal and climbed out of bed to get ready for her morning exercise. 

After a few minutes Kyra woke up to the alarm. It is six thirty in the morning and she has thirty minutes to get ready and meet Oliver in the lobby. 

Feeling energetic and pleasant, Kyra swiftly got ready. She had a beautiful dream during the night and it relinquished her energy levels. The dream was another date with Oliver and they were having a lot of fun and it was very romantic. 

Before leaving to the lobby, she called Oliver to tell that she was leaving the house. 

And, when Oliver lifted the call and greeted her with a good morning, Kyra frowned. 

His voice. It's different…

It's not groggy but it is as if he got a cold. 

"Are you not feeling well??" Kyra asked, worried. 

"Just a little bit of *cough* *cough" cold. I am fine." he said, coughing in the middle. 

"No. You are not fine, Oliver. It's obvious that you are not feeling well!!" Kyra said. 

"I will be fine, Kyra. *Cough*" he said, coughing. 

"Just by your voice I could tell that you are having a sore throat and dry cough. Did you take medicine?" Kyra asked. 

"I will." Oliver said, suppressing his cough. 

"First have breakfast." Kyra said. 

"Okay." he answered. If he speaks more, he will cough in the middle and it might make Kyra worry. So, he answered in one word. 

And, Kyra understood that intention and it only made her feel worse. 

"I will get you something to eat. I know that you don't have energy to prepare some food." Kyra said. She would say no to outside food as it is not as healthy as food made at home. 

"I will *cough* manage." Oliver said. He doesn't want to see her like this. 

"No. That won't do. I am one floor below you and I would be preparing breakfast for myself. So, it's not a big deal."

"Please let me help." she said in a tone he could never say no to. 

"I will listen to you then." Oliver said. 

"Wait for a few minutes." Kyra said and hurried to the kitchen. But after seeing the empty fridge and empty pantry, she could only shake her head. 

How could she forget that Sofia doesn't live here and only uses this once in a while. 

"What should I do now?!" Kyra sighed. She can't go back to her house, cook the breakfast and bring it here.

Her house is ten to fifteen minutes away from here and it is not a big deal. The main problem is her brother and her best friend. 

They will question her endlessly and if they get to know the truth, it wouldn't be easy for them or her or for Oliver. 

"I will cook for him in his house itself. That's better." Kyra decided. 

After deciding, she took the elevator and went to the top floor. 

It has only one penthouse so it didn't take any effort to find the door. And, as soon as she rang the doorbell, Oliver opened the door for her. 

He is still in his night robe. He is wearing black trousers and a black night robe is loosely tied on his upper body. 

Kyra could see a little of his chest and it made her cheeks warm. Not because of that but because she got caught again staring. 

Oliver chuckled and coughed at the same time and he couldn't help but clear his sore throat. 

When Kyra heard the discomfort in his throat, she snapped back into reality. 

"You sleep. I will prepare herbal tea and porridge. Is it okay? Or should I prepare something else?" Kyra asked as they walked into his house. 

It is as spacious as her house in Crescent Garden. The only difference is she has a huge garden in the backyard but Oliver has an infinity pool on one side and terrace garden on another side. 

"I am fine with whatever you cook." Oliver said, coughing slightly. 

"Rest for a bit. I will cook as quickly as possible." Kyra said, worry apparent in her voice. 

Oliver smiled when he sensed the genuine concern. He wanted to hug her and tell her that he will be fine but he resisted that thought as he didn't want to pass the flu to Kyra. 

He listened to her obediently and returned to his room which is on the ground floor itself. 

Kyra boiled warm water and found a first aid box in the kitchen. 

With a knock, she entered his bedroom. 

Oliver has removed the night robe and his upper body is naked. Kyra tried her best to ignore it and sat down at the end. 

Oliver chuckled inside, seeing her internal battle. One side of her brain wants to enjoy the view while the other side of the brain wants to take care of him first. 

He sat down, leaning on the headboard and Kyra gave him a thermometer to put inside his mouth. 

Like an obedient child, Oliver listened to her and allowed her to touch his forehead. 

Her eyebrows scrunched when she saw the reading on the thermometer. He is having 103.5 degrees Fahrenheit of fever. 

"You are having a high fever, Oliver. How come you got ill in one night." Kyra said, pursing her lips. 

"Is it because of yesterday?" Kyra asked. He gave his blazer to her and he had only one layer of clothing after that. 

It was cold. 

"Silly. It's not because of yesterday. I was feeling a little off from before. It's not-" Oliver was about to say something but Kyra interjected. 

"If you were not feeling well, you should have told me yesterday. We would have postponed our date. See now! You are suffering." Kyra said, her eyes clearly filled with sadness. 

"I didn't want to disappoint you, Ky. It's our first day as a couple , so I wanted it to be memorable to you." Oliver said as he caressed her cheek. 

"But-" 

"I will be fine, Kyra. I really had a wonderful time yesterday." Oliver interjected. 

"If you are not feeling well or if you are busy, you can tell me Oliver. We can postpone our plans. Nothing is more important than health, right?" Kyra said. 

"It takes both of our efforts to make our relationship work. Don't try to shoulder everything by yourself. Let me do my part, okay?" Kyra said as she pressed her cheek to his palm and smiled. 

Oliver smiled. "I will keep it in my mind from now on," he answered. 

"Good." Kyra replied. 

"Now, drink this water and take a nap. I will bring breakfast and medicines in ten minutes." Kyra said as she tucked him into his duvet. 

Oliver lovingly looked at her as she tucked him as if he was a child. Not that he minds. In fact, he loved it. 

"If you spoil me like this, I would be hoping to get sick often." Oliver said as he gave her a mischievous smile. 

"Not funny!" Kyra said, rolling her eyes as she closed the door. 

After ten minutes, Kyra came back with a tray in her hand and Oliver is fast asleep. 

He had sweat on his forehead and chest that made Kyra worry. What if his fever is increasing? 

She kept the tray aside and went into the kitchen and returned with a bowl of water and a towel. 

She quickly wetted the towel and dabbed it across his forehead and chest. Oliver felt relieved and his tensed forehead relaxed a little. 

He only woke up when he felt the coldness on his chest. He grabbed her hand in reflex but when he realised that it was Kyra, it was only when he relaxed. 

He was about to say sorry but Kyra beat him to it. " You are burning you know." she said. 

"It will get reduced in a day. Don't worry, he said and sat down, leaning on the headboard. 

Kyra placed the food tray in front of him, gesturing to him to eat. 

"How about you? You should eat as well." he said, as he took a sip of herbal tea. It felt good in his throat. 

"It's still seven in the morning. I will have later." Kyra said, helping him to cool down the porridge a little. 

Oliver smiled and didn't say anything. The feeling he is going through now is indescribable. It felt immensely good to have Kyra at his side. 

He wouldn't mind getting used to this. 

However, their peaceful time got ruined when a doorbell rang.