It'll Come Naturally novel Chapter 1463

Meanwhile, Michelle lay in bed rather dazed. She enjoyed a hot bath and soothed herself with some ginger decoction for warmth, but she caught a cold anyway.

Her door was unlocked so she could hear when Luke arrived. Her heart went a mile a minute when she heard his footsteps stop in front of her door, and felt his presence close. To her great disappointment, though, the footsteps continued at a much faster pace as he walked away without giving her a visit.

Maybe it was the illness that made her feel so vulnerable. She had already told herself repeatedly that the man was cold and unfeeling, but somehow her body still couldn't accept it. She couldn't control the tears running down her face. She chose Luke as her husband, but all she could do was staying silent. If she married any other man, she could probably have him at her beck and call. But Luke--Luke didn't love her, she believed.

Michelle knew it was helpless, but she couldn't persuade her heart to understand and accept it. To her, he was home--a harbor where her drifting heart could dock securely.

Late in the night, Michelle's temperature went up into a high fever. Her whole body was burning, and she felt weak and hazy as the drowsiness took over. She didn't seem to be fully there, and the sensations smothered her.

She carelessly reached out to turn on the bedside lamp so she could get up and look for something to take that could help. Her stubbornness kept her from going to Luke for assistance, but she was too weak. When she tried to sit up, she fell back down, and she hit her head on the bedside a little too hard.

"It's really late. Why are you still up?" The voice surprised her, but in a comforting manner. Luke appeared quietly at the door and switched on the light. He was on his way downstairs for water when he heard her rustling about. He walked in on instinct, thinking that something might be wrong with her, only to find her rubbing her head and grimacing in pain.

"Sorry. Did I disturb you?" Michelle looked unusually ruddy, her voice hoarse.

Her voice and pale skin concerned the man. "Are you alright? You sound strange." He frowned. He thought it would be best to leave her alone to rest, but before he knew it, he was walking towards her.

"Yeah, I'm good. Maybe it's because I went to bed a little too early tonight." Her eyes were trained down, and she couldn't bring herself to look up at him.

He almost smirked. "I'm not stupid. Do you really think you can use going to bed too early as an excuse?" Without hesitating, he put his hand to her head, and knitted his brows when he felt how hot her skin was.

"You have a high fever." He frowned. 'Women truly are troublesome, ' he thought.

"It's just a little cold. Some antipyretics will do." She coughed, and Luke's hand on her forehead was doing nothing to bring down her temperature.

"When did you get sick? Why didn't you tell me about it?" If he hadn't gone downstairs for water, she would've struggled with a fever all night without him knowing.

She sighed in defeat. "I didn't think it was a big deal earlier, so I didn't think I needed to say anything. I didn't expect I'd get a fever." It was not that she didn't want to tell him, really, but she was afraid that he would be indifferent if she did. She didn't want to face that icy rejection.

"Lie down. I'll find you some antipyretics. You're a real pain in the ass," he stated as a matter of fact. He went out to look for some medicine. He was seldom ill, but there had to be some ready at home.

Michelle bit her lip and lay back on the bed obediently. Luke's impatience hurt her, and she didn't mean to bother him at first. She didn't mean to bump her head and make a sudden noise.