I coughed desperately and barely opened my eyes. I saw a familiar face in front of me.

It may be Sean.

I pushed the man and heard him in my ear saying, "are you awake? I'll help you drink water."

I shook my head.

He added, "the doctor says you have a bad fever. You need to drink hot water. Get up or I'll feed you."

The man's words made me more worried.

I lay there with my eyes closed. "No, you'll get infected."

No one fed water like this.

"Even if I'm infected, I just want you to recover."

I closed my eyes, but I could feel the man's smile when he spoke.

Sean didn't care for people at all.

Sometimes I was awake, and sometimes I was dizzy. But I could feel him by my bed. He would touch my head and my hand.

He would cover me and change my ice towel.

Of course, he would feed me water with his mouth.

Later, a doctor brought a shelf and gave me an injection.

I gradually regained consciousness.

I opened my eyes and saw Sean sitting by the bed. He put his laptop on his lap. He seemed to be sending an email.

The sunshine outside was light gold. It seemed to be evening.

It seemed that I had a fever and slept all day.

When I saw him, he just turned to see me. When he saw that I woke up, the joy in his eyes was very obvious.

He got up and asked me, "are you awake? Are you hungry? Do you have any discomfort?"

"..."

"What's the matter? I'll call the doctor."

"..."

"What's the matter?"

I didn't speak and looked at Sean. There was some anxiety in his eyes.

He put the computer aside and looked at me. "Are you hungry? I'll have the chef bring some porridge."

I nodded.

I was hungry.

I hadn't eaten all day. I was so hungry now that I couldn't even speak.

Sean called the kitchen.

When he was waiting for porridge, he kept asking me if I was uncomfortable, hot or cold.

I was hungry and uncomfortable and had little strength to answer him.

Sean was getting anxious again. He began to talk to himself and complained that the cooks were too inefficient here.

I looked at him and was in a trance for a moment.

Did this man really care about me?

At this moment, he seemed to be really worried about me.

At this time, someone knocked at the door.

Sean thought someone was coming to serve porridge. He opened the door and said, "you're too slow."

But when the door opened, I heard him say awkwardly, "you?"

I looked up and saw Linda.

Linda looked inside. "I'm sorry, President Jessop. I didn't know you are here. I'll leave first."

I thought Sean would let her go.

But I heard Sean say, "no, I'm going to the kitchen. You can accompany her."

With that, he left in a hurry.

Linda stood at the door.

"You said he doesn't like you?" As Linda walked in, she said, "you didn't have lunch and I didn't see you in the afternoon, so I come to see you. I didn't expect you had a fever. Sorry, I took a bath too long yesterday."

Yesterday I asked Linda to take a bath first. To be honest, she took a bath for a long time.

But I didn't expect to have a fever.

"No." I replied.

Linda came up to me and reached for my forehead. She frowned. "Your forehead is very hot. I have antipyretics. I'll bring it to you later."

I shook my head. "I took the medicine and I had the injection."

At this point, the door opened again and Sean was standing at the door. He was followed by a waiter carrying a small insulated lunch box.

The waiter put the lunch box on the table and left quickly.

I watched Sean open the lunch box. He filled a bowl of porridge and came to me with a spoon.

"President Jessop, let me do it." Linda stood up immediately and took the initiative to do it.

"No." Sean shook his head.

He sat by my bed.

He scooped a spoonful of porridge and blew it cold. He tried the temperature with his lips and held it to my mouth. His black eyes were full of tenderness. He said in a soft voice, "it's not hot. Drink it."

It was like he was coaxing a little kid.

I looked at him and my mood was complicated.

Sean was usually proud but he was feeding me porridge at this time.

He really seemed very approachable.

"What's the matter?"

I didn't open my mouth so Sean took the spoon back. He tasted it. "Is it hot?"

I shook my head.

He put the spoon to my mouth again.

I took a sip. He filled another spoon and continued to blow.

He continued to feed me.

I ate for a long time.

When I returned to my mind, I noticed that Linda had not left.

She stood behind Sean and kept looking at us. To be precise, she looked at Sean.

Linda was a very gentle woman. Her long black hair even looked old-fashioned.

Such a woman was always introverted and didn't show her feelings easily.

But at this moment, I could see Linda's eyes at a glance. She had been staring at Sean.

But she didn't notice that I was looking at her.

Sean found out.

He looked back and saw Linda was still there. "Go back first. Thank you."

"Ah..." Linda just came to her senses. "My pleasure."

With that, she turned and left.

I saw her blush as she spoke.

Sean didn't notice it. He seemed to care only about me. He turned and continued to feed me porridge.

I recovered a little so I put my hand out of the quilt. "I'll do it myself."

"No."

Sean's attitude was surprisingly tough at the moment.

"I'm hungry. I drink faster myself."

It was an excuse and a truth.

Sean had always been taken care of. He didn't take care of others. When he fed me porridge just now, every spoon of porridge was very little.

Sean handed me the bowl and I had two bowls of porridge myself.

I drank some water and took some medicine. I was better. After I got out of bed and washed, I retreated to bed because of the cold.

Maybe because I took cold medicine, I fell asleep soon.

But the fever made me feel colder and colder. I felt strong arms around me and dispel my cold. My temperature was recovering a little bit.

I could feel a man holding me tenderly.

This tenderness made me think of only one person.

"Daniell."

I mumbled.