After finishing their meal, Lucas went to answer a phone call while Ashlyn went into the lounge inside her office to get some rest. As soon as her body came into contact with the bed, she closed her eyes and drifted off.
When Lucas hung up the call and entered the lounge, he saw she was sleeping soundly while wearing a serene expression.
Her previously red and plump lips were now a little pale. Her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and her delicate face showed signs of fatigue.
His heart ached at that sight.
He leaned down and gently kissed her lips before climbing into the bed as well.
Lucas stretched out his long arm and pulled Ashlyn, who was sound asleep, into his embrace. She must be drained after working so hard in the past few days.
The time was already past one o'clock in the afternoon when she woke up.
Ashlyn stretched and sat up, finding herself still somewhat exhausted. She knitted her brows as she felt a little dizzy.
When she raised her arm, she heard Lucas' magnetic and hoarse voice ring out. “You're burning up!”
He had coincidentally touched her face with his hand.
Ashlyn was stunned. She got out of bed to look for an infrared thermometer. After a beep, she gazed at the number on the display in resignation. “Thirty-nine degrees Celsius. I have a fever.”
“You must've fallen sick from exhaustion.” He pushed her back onto the bed. “You need to stay here and get rested. I'll look for the nurse to get you some antipyretic medication.”
In fact, Ashlyn had come down with a fever and a cold.
She sniffled and swallowed the medicine.
Then, she heard the nurse, who came in with Lucas. “Dr. Berry, even the most robust body cannot withstand being overworked in this manner. You should go home instead of staying in the office.”
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