CH 23

Name：The Heroine has Her Eyes on Me as Her Brother's Wife Author：Chae Yoohwa
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The children fell asleep as soon as we got home. They were so shocked and tired that they fell asleep in an instant. I laid the children on the bed and carefully covered them with blankets.

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Maybe it was because I stayed outside for too long.

“Achoo!”

I caught a cold.

It was a bad cold.

“Sister, are you okay?”

“Sister, are you okay?”

The children clung to me with worried faces.

I shook my head with a semi-emotional look.

“I’m not okay…” I muttered in a suppressed voice.

My pride is hurt.

It was a cold that Zion, who was weaker than me, had never caught before. I caught a cold that the children didn’t even have.

I’m a Northern wolf, but I got a cold!

I sniffled and blamed the unknown god.

But my resentment was brief.

My body was shivering and my head was pounding. I couldn’t think properly. I felt like I had a runny nose. I raised my hand and wiped my nose.

“Are you all right?” Noelier asked with worry.

I slowly blinked and shook my head.

“I’m not.”

“The fever is too high.”

“It’s cold…..”

“Isn’t it hot?”

He widened his eyes as if puzzled.

I smiled faintly and slowly opened my mouth.

“Cold, I caught a cold…”

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***

“Eve.”

A pleasant voice woke me up.

It was familiar.

“Eve, wake up.”

I slowly opened my eyes.

Beyond the blurry vision, Noelier’s face was visible.

“Hng….”

I groaned and shook my head. It disturbed my sleep, so I was just annoyed.

“It’s done. Take this and go back to sleep. That way you’ll get better quickly,” Noelier whispered softly as if he was dealing with a child.

“I don’t like it now…”

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***

Blink.

I opened my eyes again. I could hear the sound of burning firewood quietly. Judging by the quiet surroundings, Noelier and the children didn't seem to be back yet.

After repeatedly waking up from my sleep, I felt dizzier.

I fumbled and reached for the side table.

A small cup was held in my hand.

It seemed to be the herbal concoction the three made together.

‘Yes, I’ll take it and get well soon.’

I drank the concoction without hesitation.

I could taste the bitterness in my swollen throat.

Ugh.

I almost got goosebumps.

‘Was this supposedly like this?’

When I took it before, it didn’t seem like it tasted like this—I wanted to throw it away, but I couldn’t.

I need to get better.