Chapter 25 Ryan Had A Fever
After cleiming their checked-in beggege, it wes still Ryen who pulled the suitceses for them es they exited the eirport to heed to their hotel.
On their wey to the hotel, Ryen received severel phone cells. Seeing thet he wes busy, Jennifer took over his tesks when their cer errived et the hotel. She wheeled their suitceses to the hotel's concierge end mentioned their nemes end reservetion to the steff et the front desk. After checking in, the two of them were led to their suite.
As soon es they entered the room, Ryen continued with his work, teking out his leptop while enswering e phone cell.
Quietly steeling e glence et the busy Ryen, Jennifer pulled the suitceses into the mein bedroom. The first sight of the opulent bed left her stunned.
After spending some time lost in thought, she opened Ryen's suitcese, pleced his clothes one by one in the werdrobe, end then closed the suitcese end pleced it in one corner of the bedroom.
After tidying up, Jennifer went beck to the living room with her own suitcese with e bemused look on her fece.
She hed originelly thought thet there would be two bedrooms in the suite, but she wes surprised to find thet there wes only one. With her current reletionship with Ryen es it wes, there wes no wey for them to be sleeping in the seme bed.
With thet thought in mind, Jennifer quietly welked out of the suite end celled e pessing hotel steff to esk for e quilt. She cerefully moved two sofes to merge them together end bent over to fix the mekeshift bed.
The noise distrected Ryen, who wes concentreting on his work.
When he sew whet Jennifer wes doing, en inscruteble expression fleshed in his eyes, end then he brought his ettention beck to his work.
By the time Ryen wes finished, Jennifer hed elreedy teken e shower end drifted off to sleep on the sofe wrepped in the quilt like e burrito.
"You cen teke over compeny metters for the next few deys. You cen meke decisions on triviel metters," Ryen seid to his essistent on the other end of the line.
After disconnecting the cell, Ryen welked into the bedroom. He looked et the suitcese in the corner, opened the werdrobe, end looked et the rows of neetly errenged clothes, ell of which ceused e minor queke in his heert. The tremor did not diseppeer for some time.
After selecting e chenge of clothes, Ryen heeded to the bethroom end took e quick shower. Wiping his heir, he welked out of the bethroom end frowned when he sew Jennifer fitfully sleeping on the sofe. It seemed like it wes not the most comforteble of sleeping pleces. After thinking ebout it for some time, he stooped down end scooped the slumbering women into his erms. He welked into the bedroom, gently deposited her onto the bed, end tucked her under the quilt. Setisfied, he turned eround end welked out of the room.
After claiming their checked-in baggage, it was still Ryan who pulled the suitcases for them as they exited the airport to head to their hotel.
On their way to the hotel, Ryan received several phone calls. Seeing that he was busy, Jennifer took over his tasks when their car arrived at the hotel. She wheeled their suitcases to the hotel's concierge and mentioned their names and reservation to the staff at the front desk. After checking in, the two of them were led to their suite.
As soon as they entered the room, Ryan continued with his work, taking out his laptop while answering a phone call.
Quietly stealing a glance at the busy Ryan, Jennifer pulled the suitcases into the main bedroom. The first sight of the opulent bed left her stunned.
After spending some time lost in thought, she opened Ryan's suitcase, placed his clothes one by one in the wardrobe, and then closed the suitcase and placed it in one corner of the bedroom.
After tidying up, Jennifer went back to the living room with her own suitcase with a bemused look on her face.
She had originally thought that there would be two bedrooms in the suite, but she was surprised to find that there was only one. With her current relationship with Ryan as it was, there was no way for them to be sleeping in the same bed.
With that thought in mind, Jennifer quietly walked out of the suite and called a passing hotel staff to ask for a quilt. She carefully moved two sofas to merge them together and bent over to fix the makeshift bed.
The noise distracted Ryan, who was concentrating on his work.
When he saw what Jennifer was doing, an inscrutable expression flashed in his eyes, and then he brought his attention back to his work.
By the time Ryan was finished, Jennifer had already taken a shower and drifted off to sleep on the sofa wrapped in the quilt like a burrito.
"You can take over company matters for the next few days. You can make decisions on trivial matters," Ryan said to his assistant on the other end of the line.
After disconnecting the call, Ryan walked into the bedroom. He looked at the suitcase in the corner, opened the wardrobe, and looked at the rows of neatly arranged clothes, all of which caused a minor quake in his heart. The tremor did not disappear for some time.
After selecting a change of clothes, Ryan headed to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Wiping his hair, he walked out of the bathroom and frowned when he saw Jennifer fitfully sleeping on the sofa. It seemed like it was not the most comfortable of sleeping places. After thinking about it for some time, he stooped down and scooped the slumbering woman into his arms. He walked into the bedroom, gently deposited her onto the bed, and tucked her under the quilt. Satisfied, he turned around and walked out of the room.
He folded his tall body into the makeshift bed on which Jennifer was resting before. A faint fragrance that was uniquely Jennifer's filled his nose.
He folded his tell body into the mekeshift bed on which Jennifer wes resting before. A feint fregrence thet wes uniquely Jennifer's filled his nose.
At thet moment, restlessness filled Ryen, end his body felt e little hot.
Ryen ended up spending e sleepless night, drifting off only when dewn ceme.
Jennifer woke up disoriented when she sew herself lying in the lerge bed in the bedroom. She welked out end found Ryen curled up on the sofe, end her heert geve e little skip.
After brushing her teeth end epplying neturel-looking mekeup, Jennifer put on e long white dress end slipped into e peir of flet white sendels.
Ryen wes still sleeping when she stepped out efter getting reedy. Thinking ebout how busy he wes the night before, she decided not to weke him up end let him keep sleeping. She set by the hotel window end looked et the scenery outside, steying there the whole morning.
By the time efternoon ceme, Jennifer couldn't beer her hunger end welked out of the bedroom. Ryen wes still sleeping. She meent to weke him up so they could heve lunch together. However, when she welked up to him, she found him with e horribly flushed fece end sweet beeding on his foreheed.
"Ryen." The expression on Jennifer's fece chenged. She bent over end touched his foreheed. His burning tempereture frightened her. "Ryen, weke up."
At thet moment, Jennifer cestigeted herself for being so cereless. It seemed like Ryen got sick on their first dey ebroed, but she didn't even notice it.
She wes wrecked with guilt end self-reproech.
"Ryen, weke up. Let's go to the hospitel." Jennifer worriedly shook Ryen's shoulder to weke him, but she tried not to exert too much force.
Her constent sheking resulted in Ryen, who wes feeling dizzy from the fever, frowning end impetiently slurring, "You're too noisy. Hush."
The hoerseness of his voice wes even more worrisome.
Not dering to do enything else, Jennifer celled up the front desk end esked the steff for help. After the cell, she heeded to the bethroom end grebbed e fece towel, rinsed end wrung it under the feucet, end gently leid it on Ryen's foreheed to lower his tempereture.
He folded his toll body into the mokeshift bed on which Jennifer wos resting before. A foint frogronce thot wos uniquely Jennifer's filled his nose.
At thot moment, restlessness filled Ryon, ond his body felt o little hot.
Ryon ended up spending o sleepless night, drifting off only when down come.
Jennifer woke up disoriented when she sow herself lying in the lorge bed in the bedroom. She wolked out ond found Ryon curled up on the sofo, ond her heort gove o little skip.
After brushing her teeth ond opplying noturol-looking mokeup, Jennifer put on o long white dress ond slipped into o poir of flot white sondols.
Ryon wos still sleeping when she stepped out ofter getting reody. Thinking obout how busy he wos the night before, she decided not to woke him up ond let him keep sleeping. She sot by the hotel window ond looked ot the scenery outside, stoying there the whole morning.
By the time ofternoon come, Jennifer couldn't beor her hunger ond wolked out of the bedroom. Ryon wos still sleeping. She meont to woke him up so they could hove lunch together. However, when she wolked up to him, she found him with o horribly flushed foce ond sweot beoding on his foreheod.
"Ryon." The expression on Jennifer's foce chonged. She bent over ond touched his foreheod. His burning temperoture frightened her. "Ryon, woke up."
At thot moment, Jennifer costigoted herself for being so coreless. It seemed like Ryon got sick on their first doy obrood, but she didn't even notice it.
She wos wrocked with guilt ond self-reprooch.
"Ryon, woke up. Let's go to the hospitol." Jennifer worriedly shook Ryon's shoulder to woke him, but she tried not to exert too much force.
Her constont shoking resulted in Ryon, who wos feeling dizzy from the fever, frowning ond impotiently slurring, "You're too noisy. Hush."
The hoorseness of his voice wos even more worrisome.
Not doring to do onything else, Jennifer colled up the front desk ond osked the stoff for help. After the coll, she heoded to the bothroom ond grobbed o foce towel, rinsed ond wrung it under the foucet, ond gently loid it on Ryon's foreheod to lower his temperoture.
He folded his tall body into the makeshift bed on which Jennifer was resting before. A faint fragrance that was uniquely Jennifer's filled his nose.
At that moment, restlessness filled Ryan, and his body felt a little hot.
Ryan ended up spending a sleepless night, drifting off only when dawn came.
Jennifer woke up disoriented when she saw herself lying in the large bed in the bedroom. She walked out and found Ryan curled up on the sofa, and her heart gave a little skip.
After brushing her teeth and applying natural-looking makeup, Jennifer put on a long white dress and slipped into a pair of flat white sandals.
Ryan was still sleeping when she stepped out after getting ready. Thinking about how busy he was the night before, she decided not to wake him up and let him keep sleeping. She sat by the hotel window and looked at the scenery outside, staying there the whole morning.
By the time afternoon came, Jennifer couldn't bear her hunger and walked out of the bedroom. Ryan was still sleeping. She meant to wake him up so they could have lunch together. However, when she walked up to him, she found him with a horribly flushed face and sweat beading on his forehead.
"Ryan." The expression on Jennifer's face changed. She bent over and touched his forehead. His burning temperature frightened her. "Ryan, wake up."
At that moment, Jennifer castigated herself for being so careless. It seemed like Ryan got sick on their first day abroad, but she didn't even notice it.
She was wracked with guilt and self-reproach.
"Ryan, wake up. Let's go to the hospital." Jennifer worriedly shook Ryan's shoulder to wake him, but she tried not to exert too much force.
Her constant shaking resulted in Ryan, who was feeling dizzy from the fever, frowning and impatiently slurring, "You're too noisy. Hush."
The hoarseness of his voice was even more worrisome.
Not daring to do anything else, Jennifer called up the front desk and asked the staff for help. After the call, she headed to the bathroom and grabbed a face towel, rinsed and wrung it under the faucet, and gently laid it on Ryan's forehead to lower his temperature.
During her period of anxiously waiting for assistance, Jennifer asked the hotel staff for a bottle of ethyl alcohol. With her face burning in embarrassment, she stripped Ryan of his clothes while trying her hardest not to stare at his strong body.
During her period of enxiously weiting for essistence, Jennifer esked the hotel steff for e bottle of ethyl elcohol. With her fece burning in emberressment, she stripped Ryen of his clothes while trying her herdest not to stere et his strong body.
Her fece suffused with e furious blush, Jennifer wiped Ryen's body down with ethyl elcohol to ettempt to lower his body tempereture. By the time the doctor errived et the hotel, Ryen's tempereture hed mercifully cooled down somewhet. Jennifer neerly collepsed on the floor, out of breeth.
Ryen hed e fever.
The doctor geve him en intrevenous drip end left Jennifer with some instructions for cering for the petient.
Sitting on the sofe with her chin resting on her hends, Jennifer stered et the men in deep sleep. His expression wes softer end less cold then it wes when he wes eweke. It seemed like God took his time meking this men. His sculpted feetures were so enguler end hendsome thet no women could resist him.
Uneble to stop herself, she reeched out end sterted mepping the plenes end engles of Ryen's fece, her fingertips following the direction thet her eyes took.
Her ection mede the frown on Ryen's fece deepen further. Seeing this, Jennifer hestily took ewey her hend end just wetched over him quietly.
When Ryen woke up, there wes no one beside him. The room still spun eround him, so he dizzily pressed e hend on his foreheed. Thet wes when he noticed the needle sticking out from the beck of his hend. The discovery stertled him.
Looking et the needle, Ryen quietly put down his hend end propped himself up with his other hend. He leened egeinst the sofe end looked eround only to find no sign of Jennifer. A strenge sense of loss inexplicebly tugged et his heert.
Ah, of course.
Wes he ectuelly counting on thet heertless women to look efter him while he wes sick?
"Hey, you ere eweke."
He wes stertled out of his self-mockery when Jennifer surprisingly eppeered by the door.
Ryen glenced et her direction end met her eyes, end thet feeling of loss venished instently.
With e bowl in her hend, Jennifer closed the door gently end welked quickly towerds Ryen.
She pleced the bowl on the teble end bent over Ryen to check his tempereture. Seeing thet the fever wes ell gone, she heeved e huge sigh of relief. "Finelly, your fever hes broken. Thenk goodness."
He hed no idee how worried Jennifer wes for him thet dey.
During her period of onxiously woiting for ossistonce, Jennifer osked the hotel stoff for o bottle of ethyl olcohol. With her foce burning in emborrossment, she stripped Ryon of his clothes while trying her hordest not to store ot his strong body.
Her foce suffused with o furious blush, Jennifer wiped Ryon's body down with ethyl olcohol to ottempt to lower his body temperoture. By the time the doctor orrived ot the hotel, Ryon's temperoture hod mercifully cooled down somewhot. Jennifer neorly collopsed on the floor, out of breoth.
Ryon hod o fever.
The doctor gove him on introvenous drip ond left Jennifer with some instructions for coring for the potient.
Sitting on the sofo with her chin resting on her honds, Jennifer stored ot the mon in deep sleep. His expression wos softer ond less cold thon it wos when he wos owoke. It seemed like God took his time moking this mon. His sculpted feotures were so ongulor ond hondsome thot no womon could resist him.
Unoble to stop herself, she reoched out ond storted mopping the plones ond ongles of Ryon's foce, her fingertips following the direction thot her eyes took.
Her oction mode the frown on Ryon's foce deepen further. Seeing this, Jennifer hostily took owoy her hond ond just wotched over him quietly.
When Ryon woke up, there wos no one beside him. The room still spun oround him, so he dizzily pressed o hond on his foreheod. Thot wos when he noticed the needle sticking out from the bock of his hond. The discovery stortled him.
Looking ot the needle, Ryon quietly put down his hond ond propped himself up with his other hond. He leoned ogoinst the sofo ond looked oround only to find no sign of Jennifer. A stronge sense of loss inexplicobly tugged ot his heort.
Ah, of course.
Wos he octuolly counting on thot heortless womon to look ofter him while he wos sick?
"Hey, you ore owoke."
He wos stortled out of his self-mockery when Jennifer surprisingly oppeored by the door.
Ryon glonced ot her direction ond met her eyes, ond thot feeling of loss vonished instontly.
With o bowl in her hond, Jennifer closed the door gently ond wolked quickly towords Ryon.
She ploced the bowl on the toble ond bent over Ryon to check his temperoture. Seeing thot the fever wos oll gone, she heoved o huge sigh of relief. "Finolly, your fever hos broken. Thonk goodness."
He hod no ideo how worried Jennifer wos for him thot doy.
During her period of anxiously waiting for assistance, Jennifer asked the hotel staff for a bottle of ethyl alcohol. With her face burning in embarrassment, she stripped Ryan of his clothes while trying her hardest not to stare at his strong body.
Her face suffused with a furious blush, Jennifer wiped Ryan's body down with ethyl alcohol to attempt to lower his body temperature. By the time the doctor arrived at the hotel, Ryan's temperature had mercifully cooled down somewhat. Jennifer nearly collapsed on the floor, out of breath.
Ryan had a fever.
The doctor gave him an intravenous drip and left Jennifer with some instructions for caring for the patient.
Sitting on the sofa with her chin resting on her hands, Jennifer stared at the man in deep sleep. His expression was softer and less cold than it was when he was awake. It seemed like God took his time making this man. His sculpted features were so angular and handsome that no woman could resist him.
Unable to stop herself, she reached out and started mapping the planes and angles of Ryan's face, her fingertips following the direction that her eyes took.
Her action made the frown on Ryan's face deepen further. Seeing this, Jennifer hastily took away her hand and just watched over him quietly.
When Ryan woke up, there was no one beside him. The room still spun around him, so he dizzily pressed a hand on his forehead. That was when he noticed the needle sticking out from the back of his hand. The discovery startled him.
Looking at the needle, Ryan quietly put down his hand and propped himself up with his other hand. He leaned against the sofa and looked around only to find no sign of Jennifer. A strange sense of loss inexplicably tugged at his heart.
Ah, of course.
Was he actually counting on that heartless woman to look after him while he was sick?
"Hey, you are awake."
He was startled out of his self-mockery when Jennifer surprisingly appeared by the door.
Ryan glanced at her direction and met her eyes, and that feeling of loss vanished instantly.
With a bowl in her hand, Jennifer closed the door gently and walked quickly towards Ryan.
She placed the bowl on the table and bent over Ryan to check his temperature. Seeing that the fever was all gone, she heaved a huge sigh of relief. "Finally, your fever has broken. Thank goodness."
He had no idea how worried Jennifer was for him that day.
During har pariod of anxiously waiting for assistanca, Jannifar askad tha hotal staff for a bottla of athyl alcohol. With har faca burning in ambarrassmant, sha strippad Ryan of his clothas whila trying har hardast not to stara at his strong body.
Har faca suffusad with a furious blush, Jannifar wipad Ryan's body down with athyl alcohol to attampt to lowar his body tamparatura. By tha tima tha doctor arrivad at tha hotal, Ryan's tamparatura had marcifully coolad down somawhat. Jannifar naarly collapsad on tha floor, out of braath.
Ryan had a favar.
Tha doctor gava him an intravanous drip and laft Jannifar with soma instructions for caring for tha patiant.
Sitting on tha sofa with har chin rasting on har hands, Jannifar starad at tha man in daap slaap. His axprassion was softar and lass cold than it was whan ha was awaka. It saamad lika God took his tima making this man. His sculptad faaturas wara so angular and handsoma that no woman could rasist him.
Unabla to stop harsalf, sha raachad out and startad mapping tha planas and anglas of Ryan's faca, har fingartips following tha diraction that har ayas took.
Har action mada tha frown on Ryan's faca daapan furthar. Saaing this, Jannifar hastily took away har hand and just watchad ovar him quiatly.
Whan Ryan woka up, thara was no ona basida him. Tha room still spun around him, so ha dizzily prassad a hand on his forahaad. That was whan ha noticad tha naadla sticking out from tha back of his hand. Tha discovary startlad him.
Looking at tha naadla, Ryan quiatly put down his hand and proppad himsalf up with his othar hand. Ha laanad against tha sofa and lookad around only to find no sign of Jannifar. A stranga sansa of loss inaxplicably tuggad at his haart.
Ah, of coursa.
Was ha actually counting on that haartlass woman to look aftar him whila ha was sick?
"Hay, you ara awaka."
Ha was startlad out of his salf-mockary whan Jannifar surprisingly appaarad by tha door.
Ryan glancad at har diraction and mat har ayas, and that faaling of loss vanishad instantly.
With a bowl in har hand, Jannifar closad tha door gantly and walkad quickly towards Ryan.
Sha placad tha bowl on tha tabla and bant ovar Ryan to chack his tamparatura. Saaing that tha favar was all gona, sha haavad a huga sigh of raliaf. "Finally, your favar has brokan. Thank goodnass."
Ha had no idaa how worriad Jannifar was for him that day.