Chapter 192 Fever Illness (1）

As a pregnant woman, Consuela wasn't able to take care of this tall and strong man. With the help of the housemaids, she slowly moved the man onto a king sized bed and then used a wet towel to dry his body.

She touched his warm skin inch by inch. The touch between her fingertips made her feel like being irritated by a slight current.

At this moment, Richie was a real drunkard, but he also had unusual defensive ability. When she took the towel to him, he grabbed her hand directly.

It was so fast that Consuela couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Before she could lift her hand and remove his fingers, he had already raised his eyelids and said, "Oh, it's you!"

The man's voice was very different from that of before. He sounded like a simple, good boy, which made Consuela feel maternal love and free to do whatever she wanted to do.

Although they were in a cold war, she wanted to deny that she didn't care about him at all.

Then, after the cleaning, she helped him change a set of clean clothes, and threw the equipment with a strong smell of alcohol away.

"In fact, I also owed you in the previous life, so I need to pay you back now." After taking care of the matter, Consuela was exhausted. When she saw the relaxed look on the man's face, she couldn't help but chuckle.

They should have been enemies in the previous life, and they even made some promises to each other, and then neither of them completed.

Therefore, they were destined to be entangled and tormented each other in their lives.

The night deepened. After a quick shower, Consuela yanked the covers and jumped into bed. Looking at the man's deadpan face, she sighed inwardly.

She had read from a book that "If you are with the one you love, you can sleep with all your guard down".

No matter when he was drunk or when he was sober, he always slept with her soundly most of the time. But she didn't think it was because of love.

But just now, when they were downstairs, the man called her name directly and repe

terrible now.

But he was unwilling to compromise any more. The figure of that woman could be seen in the luminous eyes of Richie. The expression on his face was incomparably indifferent and merciless.

The private doctor of the Ye Clan came quickly, as if he was on standby 24 hours a day.

After measuring the temperature, the doctor gave a wry smile. Without a word, he took some medicine from his medical kit, got prepared for infusion.

Richie cooperated with him all the time. He watched the doctor take a needle and inject it into his blood. Then the liquid flew slowly from the infusion tube into his blood.

Consuela supported her head with one hand and watched as the doctor began to wipe his sweat on his forehead and get ready to go out. A few seconds later, she stood up from her seat and started to follow the doctor.

"Doctor, how is he now?"

"Mrs. Richie, don't worry. Mr. Richie is all right. His physical quality is very good. Now his temperature is a little high."

The doctor smiled and shook his hand, telling that everything was fine, but Consuela wasn't as optimistic as he was. She just felt a little restless.

She had seen how weak he looked just now, and she wished she was the one who was on the verge of collapsing.

Only when she faced with his solemn face again, could she be a little more sober.