“John, I’m sorry. I might not have adjusted to you guys yet,” mumbled Astrid. “I know that I’m wrong, so stop hounding me, okay?”
John smirked coldly. “I wouldn’t dare to. Why would I dare to hound you? You’d b*tch about me every minute, and people would criticize me for being such a petty man.”
“John, that’s not what I’m trying to say.” Astrid continued in a meaningful tone, “I know that you care about Kathleen deeply. It’s my fault.”
“Look! You’re hinting that there’s something going on between Kathleen and me! You have a way with words, huh? Let’s stop talking in the future. Don’t mention my name either! I’ll be creeped out.” With that, John spun around and said to Nancy, “Nancy, cook something for Kathleen.”
“Yeah, we mustn’t let her starve.” Nancy strode toward the kitchen. “I remember that there’s still some mushroom soup.”
Both of them left the battlefield, leaving only Steve behind to face Astrid.
Steve shot a glance at her before looking at Cain. “Mr. Dodson, why don’t you spare us? Five of us aren’t enough. Now, even Kathleen’s sick.”
Cain thought about it for a while. “Why don’t we take this day off?”
Steve agreed enthusiastically, “Great! Everyone’s been filming for a week, so they must be exhausted. Let’s take a break.”
With that, he left to inform John and Nancy.
Both of them were delighted. When Nancy brought the mushroom soup upstairs to Kathleen, she told Kathleen the news too.
However, Kathleen felt extremely guilty. “It’s all because of me.”
“It’s not! Actually, the production team was worried that everyone’s too exhausted, especially you.” Nancy peered at Kathleen. “Sometimes, it’s a disadvantage to be too capable, Kathleen.”
Kathleen knew what Nancy was trying to say. “Alright, I get it.”
“Rest well. I’ll go back to my room to review the script. Call me if you need anything.” Nancy patted her shoulder.
“Okay.” Kathleen nodded.
Only then did Nancy leave.
After drinking some soup, Kathleen regained some energy and continued lying on the bed.
At that moment, her phone rang. It was a message from Samuel.
Samuel: The script.
Kathleen: Got it.
Samuel: Are you feeling better?
Kathleen: Thanks for your concern.
Samuel: If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital. I can fetch you.
Kathleen: There’s no need for that. I’m going to sleep for a while, so don’t disturb me.
Samuel: Okay. Go and sleep.
Indeed, he didn’t disturb her anymore, and she quickly fell asleep.
When Kathleen woke up, she felt something warm and moist on her cheek.
Raising her hand, she touched a warm hand.
She quickly opened her eyes. “Chris?”
Christopher was wiping her face with a warm towel. “You’re awake?”
Feeling awkward, Kathleen said, “I’ll do it myself.”
She grabbed the towel.
Not stopping her, Christopher explained, “I came to visit you because I felt worried. Noticing that your fever seems quite serious, I put a cooling patch on you. I was about to wipe your face when you woke up.”
Kathleen sighed. “I don’t know why I suddenly got a fever.”
“You’ve been overseas for a year, where it’s humid. The winter at Jadeborough is so cold. It’s normal that you can’t take it,” said Christopher with a smile.
Kathleen pursed her lips. “Looks like I need to train more.”
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