During Mike and Scarlett made a fuss, the torrential rain had deluged the half of the city.
Unfortunately, Scarlett was in a critical condition as she had a high fever.
Following the method the family doctor had told over the phone, Mike gave Scarlett a simple physical temperature reduction.
He made a simple ice pillow, placed under her head, and then constantly wiped her body with a warm towel to cool her down.
Scarlett's face was flushed red, and she kept talking in her dreams, making Mike feel worried.
The temperature dropped a little, but it was still very high.
But just this was not enough; he still needed some fever medicine and others.
She did not have this kind of medicine that was commonly prepared in a family. Mike couldn't help but hate this heartless little wild cat.
"You silly goof." Mike whispered to her, her hot little face burning his heart.
Usually, she was especially good at making noise, but she did not know how to take care of herself at all. What a silly girl.
Mike secretly made up his mind that he could not let Scarlett out in the future. It was better for her to stay by his side. Only then would he be more at ease.
The first problem now was how to cool Scarlett off.
The rain was so heavy that he could not risk driving her to the hospital. The main roads were fill with puddles, and it was difficult to get rescued if they met an accident.
In that case, he could only go out to buy medicine.
Mike gave her a look with worry and left.
Scarlett felt that she was placed in an ice warehouse. She let out a hot breath, but she felt freezing cold.
She really wanted to find some warmth and instinctively moved forward.
"Scarlett, listen to me. Take the medicine first."
She heard a familiar voice.
Scarlett mumbled impatiently. She reached out her arm to the source of the warmth and hugged it tightly.
'She can't stay still even when she is asleep', Mike thought. Scarlett tightly held his arm with medicine, so he couldn't give her medicine.
He went out to buy medicine and got saturated, so taking off his clothes to bare his upper body which unexpectedly attracted Scarlett.
It was so warm, but it was not enough...
In a daze, Scarlett managed to lift her body up and snuggled up to Mike, but was quickly pushed away.
"No! I'm cold!" She murmured in dissatisfaction.
She suddenly felt her mouth being pried open.
And something bitter was stuffed in. She wrinkled her face and used her tongue to push this bitter thing out.
So disgusting...
Mike felt resigned when he watched her spatting out the medicine.
When she woke up, she made trouble. And she was restless when she fell asleep.
Thus, he could only follow the same method and continue to shove!
'I will never eat it! Never!' Scarlett thought.
No matter how many times he had tried, Scarlett would always spat it out.
It was already the fourth time.
Mike had no choice but to pinch her nose, take a mouthful of medicine and feed her.
Scarlett felt the bitterness again. She desperately wanted to avoid it like before.
But this time, along with the loathsome bitterness, there was also a powerful force suppressing her from spitting it out.
It was soft but full of power, interweaving with her tongue.
With a gulp, Scarlett was forced to swallow the medicine.
Mike got succeed, but he didn't want stop the kiss.
'This is just a reward for feeding medicine,' He thought!
Mike looked at her red lips and suddenly had a mischievous thought.
'Perhaps, she still needed to drink some water?
This is a good idea to give the medicine a full play!'
When Scarlett was just about to fall into a deep sleep, she felt a familiar power.
She frowned and was about to resist, but she felt a coolness this time.
It was water. Water was much better than the medicine. Scarlett couldn't wait to taste it.
Mike shamelessly flirted with her by feeding her water.
Scarlett was very thirsty. After drinking it, she still wanted more. Mike used the same method to feed her a few mouthfuls. Only then did she fall asleep.
Feeling that the ice pillow under Scarlett's head had begun to melt, Mike made another one; after everything had done, Mike began to treat his injuries.
He took off his wet pants; on his long and slender legs, a shocking cut was bleeding.
He accidently cut his leg when he bought the medicine.
There was a pharmacy not far from Scarlett's home. It should have been closed, but because of the heavy, the shopkeeper returned and sorted drugs.
Mike waded through the water all the way, and it really shocked the shopkeeper when he entered the pharmacy.
With great difficulty, he held the medicine in his hand and wanted to come back quickly.
However, he did not expect that the water had already come up to his calf. Therefore, he didn't notice there was a piece of wire in the water that cut his leg.
He was so busy taking care of Scarlett that he had no time to dress the wound, and now he finally fed her medicine.
He casually took a shower and simply treated his wounds. He returned to the bed and hugged Scarlett, who was still feverish. Fortunately, the fever medicine began to work.
Her body was no longer that hot.
It was still raining outside. With his embrace, Scarlett gradually calmed down.
Feeling that she was cooling down, Mike, who had been busy for the whole day, felt relieved. He hugged her and fell asleep unconsciously. His hand was on her forehead, refusing to leave.
When Scarlett woke up, it was almost noon.
After a night of fever, she felt a little fatigued.
She sat up in a trance and recalled what happened last night after a long time. Her head was still hurting.
She remembered that because of Mike's remarks, she really felt hurt, and then they got into an argument.
Afterwards, she seemed to have a fever. In a trance, someone wiped her body for physical cooling, and it seemed to be Mike?
Scarlett was half-awaken at first. When she was in a daze, she could still know that Mike was taking care of her.
Scarlett turned over and found the man who had spent the night with her had disappeared.
"Mrs. Abraham, you're awake."
Tilda came in with a bowl of soup.
"Auntie Sawyer? Why are you here?" Scarlett got up quickly.
This old housekeeper had worked in the Abraham's for decades, so even Mike showed his respect to her, let alone Scarlett.
"Lie down. You are still very weak. Dr. Wood just came over to check on you. He said you have recovered. Have some soup to build up your health."
After drinking the warm soup, Scarlett felt that she had gotten some strength back.
Seeing Scarlett's weakness, Tilda shook her head.
"Dr. Wood says that you catch a cold and have a fever caused by anxiety. Therefore, you still need to continue taking the medicine for a few days."
Poor child. After leaving the Abraham's, she had been suffering from illness.
Dr. Wood said that why Scarlett had a fever this time was largely due to the great psychological pressure.
Although Tilda did not know what had happened between Scarlett and Mike, from Mr. Abraham's expression she saw in the morning, Tilda guessed that Mrs. Abraham's illness must have something to do with him.
For many years, she had not seen Mr. Abraham felt so guilty.
When Scarlett heard that she needed to drink medicine, she wrinkled her face.
She noticed her clothed had been changed.
"Auntie Sawyer, did you change my clothes?"
Tilda shook her head.
"I came over after the water receded this morning. When I arrived here, your clothes were already changed."
'So it is Mike that changed my clothes?'
Scarlett was stunned. Could it be that the care she received from Mike last night was all real?
"Where is he?" She did not really want to call Mike by his name.
She was still angry with him. How could he treat her like that? Not only did he tie her up, but also direct abrasive remarks to her!
How could Tilda ignore Scarlett's awkwardness? She sighed in her heart and thought this couple really had a conflict.
"Mr. Abraham has gone to the company."
"Oh." Scarlett grunted and drank the soup.
So what if he was the one who took care of her. She would not forgive him.
"When Mr. Abraham left, I saw dark circles under his eyes. It looks like he didn't rest well the whole night."
Tilda's words made Scarlett stop drinking soup.
'Don't sympathize with him; he scared you, making you have a fever. Therefore, taking care of you for a night is what he should do', Scarlett forced herself to think this way.
"It is said that Mr. Abraham has to tour a few factories today. The rain last night was so heavy. Although the water has receded a little, there still exist puddles in some places. I don't know whether Mr. Abraham has enough strength as he did not sleep for a night. If he suddenly fell down, how terrible!"
Tilda stopped in the middle of her sentence, making Scarlett even more worried.
Tilda saw Scarlett's reaction and felt relieved.
It seemed that Mrs. Abraham had feelings for Mr. Abraham.
She stood up, took the empty bowl from Scarlett, and said while walking out.
"Well, Mr. Abraham has hurt his leg. What if... Oh, I shouldn't tell you; he told me not to tell you!"
"What happened to his leg?" Scarlett immediately sat up, nervous.
"He won't let me tell you. If he finds out, I will catch it."
Scarlett immediately jumped off the bed and shook Tilda's arm.
"Auntie Sawyer, just tell me. I will keep it secret!"
"You had a fever last night. The rain was too heavy and the road was bad. There was no way to drive you out, so Mr. Abraham could only go to buy medicine. The water had come up to his knees. Maybe it was a branch, or a piece of wire, that cut his leg. He didn't let me tell you."
Scarlett was shocked.
Mike was injured for her?
"Did he bandage it?" Scarlett asked.
"Dr. Wood dealt with it this morning. But rainwater is the dirtiest. No one can assure that he can avoid infection.
Tilda deliberately made the matter very serious.
Tilda's words made Scarlett shiver. Did Mike really go out to buy medicine for her, regardless of danger?
However, why did he do this?