Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth novel Chapter 113

Nathaniel stayed up late in his study, poring over documents before returning to his bedroom.

A subtle scent of flowers and fruit lingered in the air. I was the aroma of a woman who had just finished bathing. His eyes landed on the bed, where Christina had buried herself under the covers, with only her head sticking out.

He walked over and lifted the blanket, whispering, “Silly girl, won’t you have trouble breathing like this…”

Suddenly, his words were caught in his throat.

Christina’s cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, and her nose was tinged with a pink shade. She looked like a ripened tomato.

Her long eyelashes trembled as she struggled to open her eyes. Despite her blurred vision, the man’s handsome features remained strikingly clear.

Christina struggled to speak due to the sharp pain in her throat. “Umm…”

haniel immediately covered her burning forehead, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. “It’s very

hot. You have a fever.”

“Hmm, seems like it,” Christina whispered weakly. It was no wonder that she felt tired and drowsy earlier. Yet, the more she dozed off, the more exhausted she became.

Nathaniel quickly grabbed his phone and called their family doctor, Daryl Zadoff. “Come over right away.”

After hanging up, he sat on the edge of the bed and lifted Christina into his arms. Her body felt like a burning furnace, radiating intense heat that warmed his chest.

In fact, she was so weak from the prolonged fever that she looked like a wilted flower nestled in his

armis.

Christina’s breathing was shallow and delicate, evoking a strong protective instinct in those around her.

Nathaniel furrowed his brows and instructed the housekeeper outside, “Get me some water, now.”

In a matter of minutes, the tranquil Scenic Garden Manor suddenly sprang to life, and everyone began bustling about.

Even Sebastian hurried over to help.

He rushed over after receiving Daryl’s call, thinking it was Nathaniel who was feeling unwell. It wasn’t until he arrived that he realized Christina had fallen ill.

Daryl tried to calm the grumpy Sebastian down by explaining, “Mr. Hadley sounded mad on the phone. I was afraid something was wrong, so I figured it was better to have you come, just to be safe.”

Just then, a deep, menacing voice sounded from inside the room. “Why are you standing there? Did I ask you to come here to chat?”

Flustered and scared, the duo hurriedly rushed into the room.

As Daryl’s eyes fell upon the girl cradled in Nathaniel’s embrace, he couldn’t help but gasp. Her beauty was breathtaking, enough to set one’s heart racing.

“Have you taken her temperature, Mr. Hadley?”

In response, Nathaniel glared at him. “Not yet.”

Daryl broke out in cold sweat. He couldn’t help but question Nathaniel’s ability to care for a patient as he hadn’t even taken Christina’s temperature, despite her obvious fever.

“Let’s take her temperature first.”

After helping Christina lie down, Nathaniel took her temperature. Five minutes later, Daryl prescribed medicine.

Not long after, the housekeeper arrived with a jug of warm water and set it down by the bedside. Nathaniel, known for his reserved and proud demeanor, fed Christina water with great care and tenderness. Watching him, she couldn’t help but feel amused and let out a gentle chuckle.

After a ten-minute wait, Nathaniel once again touched Christina’s forehead; his expression immédiately turned grim.

As he rose abruptly from his seat, the man’s towering figure seemed to fill the room with palpable

anger.