Chloe Reed closed her eyes and said, "I’m not feeling well today. I’ll go in a couple of days."
Her voice was incredibly hoarse, and just saying those few words made her throat burn with pain.
Her brows furrowed.
The man on the other end of the line fell silent. After a long moment, Chloe assumed he had hung up. She picked up her phone to check and saw the call was still active.
"Hello? Did you hear me?"
Chloe closed her eyes and asked.
A second later, the line went dead.
Chloe was speechless.
’What was his problem!’
’So rude!’
’Why couldn’t he just tell me if he heard me or not?’
Chloe tossed her phone aside, closed her eyes, and went back to sleep.
Her head was spinning as she sank into a deep sleep. She rested soundly, reassured by the knowledge that the housekeeper would be there to take care of her.
However, she woke up in the early hours of the morning, parched. She groggily opened her eyes and parted her lips to speak, only to find that she couldn’t make a sound.
She was like a fish about to die of thirst.
Just as she lost her struggle to stay awake and was about to drift off again, a cool touch graced her lips.
A faint, sweet scent tickled her nose.
Chloe immediately opened her mouth, wanting to drink.
But it was impossible to drink lying down. She tried to sit up, but she had no strength; she couldn’t even support herself on her elbows.
A second later, a strong arm slid around her shoulders and helped her sit up.
She leaned against someone’s body as the cup was pressed to her lips again.
Chloe’s mind was consumed by her thirst; it didn’t even occur to her to wonder who was helping her.
The warm water soothed her throat. It had a delicate sweetness—the very drink she loved most when she was sick in the past.
The familiar taste made her heart clench, as if she had been transported back to those sweet times.
The person beside her said nothing, instead reaching out to feel her forehead before gently laying her back down on the bed.


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