Her head spun as the car rocked back and forth, and she started to feel sick as if the air had been drawn out of her lungs. Hence, she had to keep her eyes closed lest she started vomiting.
Shane peered at her with the corners of his eyes and noticed that the woman had already fallen into a deep slumber. Subconsciously, the man went easier on the accelerator so that the car did not rock as much.
She’s going to sleep better this way.
It normally took them an hour to get back to the villa, but Shane had slowed down for Natalie, and the trip ended up taking an hour and a half.
Mrs. Wilson was still up by then. Noticing the humming of engine, the woman took along two umbrellas to welcome the two back home.
“Sir, welcome home.” Shane stopped the car at the villa entrance. Mrs. Wilson followed suit and put the umbrella over his head.
Shane nodded to acknowledge the woman, and made his way over to the passenger seat.
Mrs. Wilson trailed behind him to hold out an umbrella over his head.
Shane opened the door to the passenger seat and nudged at Natalie’s shoulders and said, “Wake up, we’re home.”
Natalie did not respond as she was still deep in slumber.
The man furrowed his brows.
Mr. Wilson then said, “Sir, I think something’s off with Ms. Smith’s complexion. Why is her face so red? Does she have a fever?”
A fever?
Shane’s face tensed at the mention of fever, and hurriedly put his hands on her forehead to feel her temperature.
Oh no, she’s really running a high fever.
Natalie’s face was crimson red. It was apparent that the woman had caught a cold from waiting for him in the rain.
“Sir, what is wrong with Ms. Smith?” Mrs. Wilson asked worriedly.
Shane retracted his hands and said grimly, “She’s running a high fever.”
“So she’s really down with a fever!” Mrs. Wilson sighed.
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