Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1091

Ethan's entire body ached, yet the pain had dulled into a kind of numbness.

Perhaps his life was destined to be a failure. It had been that way before. It was still that way now.

No wonder Charlotte had once mocked his feelings. Even the confidence he used to carry had shattered completely.

"Experienced in love," they said. What a joke. He was the one who truly knew nothing about emotions—or about women's hearts.

No wonder Charlotte found him ridiculous.

A self-important fool. Wasn't that exactly what he was?

Ethan no longer had the strength to make it down the mountain. He called his assistant, and by the time help arrived, he had already fallen asleep on the ground.

But the cold outside was biting. Once he was placed in the car, his condition worsened rapidly, his consciousness slipping in and out of focus.

When he opened his eyes again, the voices around him had changed—from his assistant's to a woman's familiar voice.

His body felt feverish. His vision was blurred by a veil of mist, but through it, he saw Charlotte.

She was leaning beside him, looking at him with concern, a towel in her hand as if she had been wiping his forehead.

"How is it you… Am I dreaming?"

His voice was hoarse—so low it was barely audible.

He lifted a hand, trying to touch the illusion, but instead found himself firmly gripping her slender wrist. Cool to the touch, but undeniably real.

"Ethan, how do you feel? You have a fever. You took medicine just now—are you feeling any better?"

"I…"

He frowned, still disoriented.

His body temperature was alarmingly high. After checking with a thermometer, it was indeed a mild fever.

Since she was already wide awake, she told the assistant to leave and decided to take care of him herself, planning to send him to the hospital once he woke up.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I don't know how I ended up—"

Ethan vaguely recalled what had happened, and immediately felt a wave of regret.

He tried to sit up, but Charlotte stopped him at once.

"Don't move. You're still injured—stay in bed."

She pressed him back gently, then placed a hand on his forehead.

"The fever's gone down a bit. If you start tossing around now, it'll probably spike again."