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Chapter 75: You Were Waiting For Me?
Chapter 75: You Were Waiting For Me?
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When Gwenda woke up early in the morning on this day, she realised that her head was hurting badly.
Her nose and throat felt as if they had been blocked off. It was extremely uncomfortable.
She reached out for her phone in a daze and scanned today's schedule before sighing out loud. In the
end, she called Hattie.
"Hattie, I'll leave everything to you today. I think I have a fever and I can't get up."
Gwenda instructed weakly.
Upon hearing this, Hattie asked with concern, "Gwenda, do you need me to accompany you to the
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"No, it's fine. I'll just rest up for today."
"Then, call me if you need anything. Don't push yourself too much."
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Gwenda grunted out a reply before she hung up the phone in a daze. Then, she lay on the bed and
stopped moving as she was so dizzy.
Just like that, she slept off the whole morning.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
She rolled over with difficulty and tried to open her eyes as she felt about for her phone. Failing to open
her eyes, she blearily answered the call. "Hello..."
"Are you at the studio?"
A mellow voice rang out.
Gwenda groaned, "At home."
"What happened to you?"
Olivier immediately sensed that something was amiss.
Gwenda did not say anything. She found that even speaking was labourious for her now.
"Are you sick?"
There was a hint of worry in Olivier's tone.
Gwenda frowned. "Yes, I don't have the strength to speak right now. Bye."
After that, she hung up the phone.
Then, she slipped into a state of unconsciousness, no longer having any strength left.
After some time had passed, the doorbell woke her once more.
Gwenda did not have the strength to open her eyes, but she subconsciously sensed that someone had
opened her bedroom door.
Soon, she sensed someone standing at the head of her bed, his body blocking out all light from the
window and shrouding her in his shadow.
She forced her eyes open with great difficulty, but before she could get a good look at that person, a
cool hand gently covered her forehead. A low, mellow voice sounded. "You have a fever."
Heat met coolness.
Gwenda suddenly felt better and unconsciously leaned into the coolness.
Crouched by the bed, Olivier smiled when he saw what she did. "I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"
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Gwenda grunted a response. She was in a muddled state because of the fever and did not hear what
Olivier said.
Olivier smiled resignedly and pulled the blanket away. He then proceeded to lift Gwenda up into his
arms in a bridal carry and left her home.
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At the hospital, the doctor took Gwenda's temperature and administered several bottles of intravenous
drips to her.
It was already evening by the time she was returned to her home.
Gwenda had recovered a great deal. When they got out of the lift, she stopped to turn around and said,
"Thank you for today, Mr. Petit."
Olivier cocked an eyebrow when he heard that, his eyes flickering briefly to the door behind her as he
smiled. "You're not going to let me in?"
Her thoughts exposed, Gwenda's eyes flashed briefly as she said, "It's almost night... it's not a good
idea."
"You're ill, I'm worried about you."
Olivier walked up to her and leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers.
As their warm breaths brushed past each other's faces, Gwenda's heart stuttered slightly.
"Look, your fever hasn't subsided."
"Who said so? The doctor said that it is."
Before they got back, her temperature had been taken and it had clearly returned to normal.
Olivier raised his eyebrows, unconvinced. "Really? Then why is your face so red?"
Gwenda froze for a moment as her eyes locked with his teasing ones. Her face burned an even
brighter shade of crimson. "Is, is it?"
"Come on, I've lived here before. Why would you be concerned about this?"
Patting her head, Olivier straightened up and took her hand in his, opening Gwenda's apartment door
confidently.
They entered the apartment, and when the door closed, Olivier started laughing all of a sudden.