Ryan walked out with Freya on his back.
It was normal to see a man carrying a woman in a place like a hospital.
Freya was lying on his back. Only when a chilly wind blew past her did she wonder when Ryan had
started carrying her.
Was she being too dramatic? She had never had anyone carry her, not even when she used to feel
weak from a fever.
However, lying on a broad back made her relax. She seemed to have found someone to rely on and
did not want to come down.
Perhaps no matter how old one was, they would always wish for someone to rely on when they were
sick.
Only after Ryan put her down in the car did she mutter, “Are you tired? Am I a bit too heavy?”
“Heavy? It didn’t feel so.”
Ryan bent over to fasten the seat belt for her.
Freya got a close-up on his handsome face and beautiful, long brows. Suddenly, her heart softened. At
one point, she had the urge to extend her hands and wrap them around his neck.
As soon as the idea struck her, a trace of disbelief flashed across her mind. Then, she tapped herself
lightly on the head.
Did the fever make her muddle—headed?
“Does your head hurt?” After asking her softly, Ryan stared into her eyes.
“Huh?”
What she received in response was Ryan touching her forehead once again.
“I saw you tapping your head, so I thought you were having a headache,” Ryan explained. “It seems
that your temperature has risen.”
“It’s okay. I’ve taken the antipyretic, so I’ll be fine after a while.” Freya’s neck shrank, and she dodged
his hand.
Ryan nodded.
With that, he started the car and drove to Brighton Gardens.“ It’s six-ish now. Are you hungry? You
should eat something to fill your stomach first.”
“It’s okay. I don’t feel like eating. All I want is to find a spot and lie there.” Freya shook her head.
Ryan did not say anything else.
After parking his car at the Brighton Gardens’ basement car park, he took her handbag with one hand
and helped her get to the elevator with the other.
As soon as they entered the house, Freya went upstairs alone to remove her coat and trousers. Then,
she snuggled in her blanket.
However, she felt someone lifting the upper part of her body halfway during her sleep. Following that,
she nestled in a pair of familiar arms.
“Come on. Eat the medicine.” Ryan was holding her medicine.
She held the glass and drank the water with the medicine. The medicine tasted so bitter that her face
scrunched up.
“There’s no sugar in your house. Drink some water to get rid of the bitter taste.” Ryan fed her two sips
of water before lying her down.
When he got up, he noticed that she was only wearing a tight-fitting beige knit sweater. As he looked
downward, he faintly saw a white-laced…
His eyes darkened.
He swiftly averted his gaze away and tucked her in bed.
After his footsteps died down, Freya subconsciously fell asleep.
When she woke up, she was bathed in sweat. She still hardly had any strength, but her body did not
hurt as much as it did earlier.
She sat up and took a pajama shirt from the shirt rack before heading to the bathroom.
Although she did not live here anymore, it was still her home in Canberra. Therefore, the house had all
the essential items.
When she finished bathing, it suddenly hit her that she had forgotten to take her pajama pants. Hence,
she walked out of the bathroom only in a pajama shirt.
As soon as she walked to the middle of the bedroom, the door suddenly opened.
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