I thought that when we got home, everything would be fine, and there would be no problems to worry about. However, when Nathan touched my forehead with his palm, he suddenly cursed loudly.
"You have a fever."
That explained why I felt almost like a wilted vegetable when we arrived home. I had a headache, my body felt weak, all my muscles were trembling, and I felt excessively cold, even though Nathan had covered my shoulders with his jacket.
I couldn't keep my eyes open as Nathan carried me to our room. I heard him instructing a maid to get some things.
I keenly felt Nathan's hurried movements as he took care of me. When I sensed the soft bed against my back, he momentarily left. I opened my eyes and waited for him to return.
He didn't take long to return, and this time he brought a b
