While she slept, Sherry was comforted by the feeling of something cold, most probably a cloth, as somebody wiped her forehead and arms clean. It cleared the uncomfortable feeling of stagnant and sticky sweat, and she wanted to open her eyes to see who was taking care of her, but no matter how hard she tried, her eyelids felt too heavy to open.
Meanwhile, Chester was sitting beside her and occasionally wiping her down. He studied her with a worried expression on his face and touched her cheek with the back of his hand, which still felt a little hot, and he whispered, "Don't be afraid. I'll be here with you."
It seemed that Sherry heard his words in her sleep, and she opened her lips as if to answer, but her eyes stayed closed, asleep.
At that moment, Chester's phone rang.
As it rang, Sherry let out a pained groan as if she was disturbed from her rest, so he hurriedly switched it into silent mode.
As he glanced at the screen, the caller ID was Jeremy.
Then, without thinking, he rejected.
Meanwhile, Jeremy was driving under the hazy light of the streetlights, and the moonlight that escaped the canopy of trees created motley shadows along his path. He had been trying to call Chester but his call was rejected!
Sherry must be in his house because there was no other explanation that would satisfy him.
He took this as confirmation of Sherry's whereabouts, so he made a sharp turn, disregarding any laws he might have broken, and drove like the devil was behind him. All he knew at that moment was that he needed to get to Chester's house.
While he was checking his phone, Chester heard Sherry's whimper in pain, so he strode toward her, worry evident on his face.
She was sweating all over once again, which made her hair look like a rumpled mess, and her cheeks were flushed from her fever.
He frowned at this. She was sweating too much and her fever was climbing up, and if this continued, she would need to be brought to a hospital.
When she had settled once again, he tucked her in and called his secretary.
"Come to my house right now, Beisy," Chester said over the phone, as he leaned by the wall just outside his room.
Beisy was surprised when he called, as she was hanging out with her friends, but professionalism won out, so she nodded immediately and said, "Okay, I'll be there soon."
"All right. Thanks."
As soon as Chester hung up, Beisy left her friends, who were still drinking, behind. She rushed outside and flagged a taxi, and she told the driver the address before she even sat down.
Why did her boss suddenly ask her to come to his home at this time? She contemplated this strange instruction all the way to Chester's house.
Thankfully, the cab driver drove as fast as he could, and before she knew it, she was in the villa where Chester lived.
"Mr. Gu, what can I do for you?" Beisy asked respectfully.
As soon as Chester saw her, a relieved sigh escaped him, and he motioned her closer. "Sherry is upstairs. Please go and change her clothes for her."
Of course, he needed her for that since there was no way that he could take advantage of Sherry in that way.
When Beisy heard this, her eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered and said, "Oh, okay. I'll go and change her clothes."
"She has a fever and a wound on her back, so please be careful not to touch the wound while you change her clothes." As he spoke, he also led Beisy up the stairs to where Sherry was currently resting.
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