Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254 Guarding Her All Night

August frowned, gave the girl a cold look, and stood up. Following a glance at Joshua, he said grimly, "You guys have fun. I gotta go." He then strode out of the box. Burton hurriedly followed him out. His harsh words saddened the girl.

The rims of her eyes went red, and she looked at Joshua pitifully.

"Sir, it was not my intention."

"It's not your fault," Joshua smiled indifferently. He had predicted this. In fact, he hadn't been expecting August to accept any woman here. This was just a test to see what August really cared about. His friend should have figured it out by now.

August went into the elevator in big strides. His face couldn't be sullener. Since that woman sat down beside him, his disgust had been on the rise. The smell of her perfume was just disturbing. As far as he could remember, Lucia rarely wore perfume. There was no such pungent smell but a faint aroma of milk.

His brows suddenly furrowed, and his lips were pursed into a thin line. Why did he think of Lucia? Why did he subconsciously compare that woman with her? Why? Was he enamored as Joshua said? His mood hit the bottom. That idea lingered in his mind. Till he got in the car, he still hadn't gotten a clue.

Burton started the engine and asked, "Mr. Adams, are we going back to the villa?"

"Yeah."

The car hit the road. August closed his eyes, trying to empty his mind, but Lucia's face kept crossing his mind. That made him even more agitated. Did that woman put him under a spell? Irritated, he opened his eyes and instructed Burton, "Turn around and go to the small apartment."

He was going over to ask her about it. The car veered and headed straight toward the apartment. August knocked on the door. His irritation still hadn't subsided. He knocked for a while, but no one came to open the door. Now his anger was burning stronger. Lucia wasn't at home? Where did she go? Was she with Paul? Annoyed, he rang the doorbell, still, there was no response. He fished out his wallet and fumbled for the key. As the landlord, he had a spare key. The house agent gave Lucia two, and he kept one, just in case.

He unlocked the door and went in. The room was dark. Only one wall lamp near the bedroom was on. He frowned and found it strange to see the handbag and keys on the hallway cabinet. It looked like Lucia was at home. Why wouldn't she open the door? On purpose?

August closed the door and went to the equally dark bedroom. Only the bedside lamp was on. He could vaguely see a figure on the bed.

He went over and found Lucia under the blanket. Her forehead was covered with gauze. Like a baby, she was curling up into a ball. That was a defensive posture and aroused sympathy.

August's nerves were keen enough to feel something. Lucia's state didn't feel right. Even though she was asleep, she should have been able to hear the knock. He slowly reached out and gently put the back of his hand on her forehead.

It was scalding. His brows furrowed, and his face turned serious. Lucia was burning. Losing no time, he went out, looked around the living room, and found a medical kit. He took out the thermometer, hurried back to the bedroom, and took her temperature.

38.5 degrees Celsius! He frowned, fumbled through the medical kit for antipyretics, and went to pour a glass of water. He came back to the bedroom and called out lightly, "Lucia, wake up! Take the medicine!"

The woman was in a feverish daze. Her brows furrowed and twitched, but she wasn't woken up. Without a choice, he sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly helped her up, let her lean against his chest, and fed her two tablets. Not relieved, he drenched the towel in cold water and tried to bring her body temperature down. Half an hour passed. He took her temperature again, and it dropped. Standing at the bed, he looked at the quietly sleeping woman when what Paul had said at the entrance of Perfect Fortune suddenly occurred to him.

"You were not there to protect her from getting hurt. Compared with your future father-in-law, she is just your ex-wife who was abandoned by you, right?"

Paul's voice reverberated in his mind and gave him a headache. He rubbed his temples and somehow felt upset. He had never abandoned Lucia. The divorce was her proposal. As for his engagement to Jeanne, that was what he promised her. Following a sigh, he took another look at the woman on the bed and turned to leave. As if she had felt it, the woman frowned, whined, and squirmed.

He looked back and found her sweating. His feet refused to move again. To be on the safe side, he decided to stay till her fever subsided. He texted Burton, telling the latter to go and come back to pick him up tomorrow morning. Then he walked to a single sofa, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.