When everyone was gone, Lu Zhaoyang slumped to the floor . She touched her forehead, and was surprised by how hot it felt .
The weather was turning colder . She must have gotten a fever .
After awhile, she gathered her strength and stood up, left the documents on the table and went straight to Huo Yunting's office .
She had to apply for sick leave .
Behind the office doors was the man himself, casually reading a report .
As her footsteps drew nearer, Huo Yunting looked up at her .
Lu Zhaoyang stopped right in front of his desk and supported herself on it once again . She spoke with difficulty, "President, I'd like to apply for sick leave…"
Before she could finish, Huo Yunting stood up .
Lu Zhaoyang watched in confusion as he circled around his desk and walked towards her .
It was only a sick leave, what was he up to now?
Then she felt the coldness from the back of his hand on her forehead . Lu Zhaoyang instinctively straightened up .
She looked up and could barely see his wrist .
"What are you…"
Huo Yunting pulled back his hand and studied her for awhile more before saying, "Take your medicine, then go rest in my resting room . "
"No! I want to go home right now . "
She could never forget what happened in the resting room . That place was simply repulsive to her now .
Huo Yunting had one hand in his pocket as he bent down closer toward her . His face was so close to hers as he whispered by her ear . "Do you want me to go out there and tell everyone that I ended the meeting prematurely because my wife has a fever?"
Lu Zhaoyang's body was burning from her illness, but she still felt a chill run down her spine when she heard him .
Huo Yunting was definitely capable of doing what he just said .
"You think it's a good idea, too?"
He pulled her by the wrist and made his way for the office door .
Lu Zhaoyang was rooted to the spot, despite how wobbly her legs felt just moments ago . Huo Yunting was forced to stop walking .
She looked him in the eye and said without expression, "Stop playing around . I'll do as you say . "
Huo Yunting patted her on the head . "That's my girl . "
What's with him treating her like a child?!
Lu Zhaoyang was frustrated but helpless . She sighed and was about to start walking when Huo Yunting swept her up in his arms and brought her to the resting room .
This felt very much like that night, except that she was crying back then, but now she was sick .
The bed inside was large, and she lay down peacefully on it . Huo Yunting adjusted the blankets for her but did not try to do anything else .
Just a few minutes later, she saw Huo Yunting brought to her a cup of water and medicine .
It looked like the portrait of a loving husband .
Except he was not .
"You have medicine for fever in your office?" She took the water and pills in bafflement .
He was always on the receiving end of caretaking, so it felt a little awkward to see him taking care of her now .
"I have anything and everything, just let me know what you need . " Huo Yunting said smugly as he sat by her bed . "The water is warm, drink it . "
He had ordered for a cup of hot water to be brought to the office, and it had now cooled to just the right temperature .
Lu Zhaoyang could not hold it much longer . She quickly swallowed the medicine .
It tasted bitter, so she took few more gulps . The bitter taste did not leave .
Suddenly, the cup was grabbed away from her, and then Huo Yunting was holding her face in his hands .
Chapter end
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