Freya blushed. She snapped, “Don’t you know how to use your hands to check the temperature?”
“My hands are full. Even if my hands were free, they aren’t clean.” Ryan smiled and shrugged his
shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
“… Nothing.”
Freya glared at Ryan awkwardly.
“What did I do wrong?” Ryan put on an innocent expression.
“… Next time, can you not check my temperature… that way?” Freya stuttered after being in a dilemma
for a while. “… That… is usually done… between couples only… It’s too intimate.”
“You’re saying that Rodney has checked your temperature like that before?” Ryan raised his eyebrows.
“No…”
“Did your ex-boyfriend do the same to you?”
“… He didn’t either.” Freya suddenly felt dejected after answering.
“How can you say that this can only be done between couples, then? You didn’t even do this with your
ex-husband and ex-boyfriend.” Ryan laughed. “I really had no choice just now. I was afraid you’d think
my hands were d***y.”
Freya went silent.
Fine. After talking for so long, it made her seem silly.
“Do you feel better?” Ryan asked as he sliced onions.
“I’ve gotten a lot better, but my throat still hurts a little.” Freya looked at his slender fingers. “Thank you
for last night. I didn’t puke on you, right?”
“No. The doctor said you’ll recover after resting for two days if you don’t have a fever. Go and have a
seat. I’m making chicken soup for you,” Ryan said gently, “It’ll be done soon.”
Upon hearing his words, Freya got really hungry.
She turned around and walked out.
In less than ten minutes, Ryan brought out two bowls of chicken soup.
There was a layer of parsley scattered on top of the fragrant soup. It looked very appetizing.
“You cook so quickly.” Freya sat down. She blew on the soup and took a sip. The chicken was aromatic
and soft. “Did you make this with chicken broth?”
“No. How could chicken broth taste so good? I made it from scratch during dawn while I was waiting for
your fever to subside.” Ryan smiled. “You can start eating first. I’m going to brush my teeth and wash
my face.”
Freya watched him from behind. Then, she glanced at the chicken soup. Her heart was full.
Ryan was too nice to her to the point she could not even describe it.
After breakfast, Ryan even prepared her medicine while she was sitting down to rest. “Rest at home
today. I’m going to work. I’ll have someone send your food over in the afternoon. What do you want to
eat at night? I’ll come over and cook for you.”
“You don’t have to,” Freya said quickly, “I’ll just go back to the official residence in the evening after I
feel better. I’ll let the sitter sleep on the first floor with Dani and I’ll sleep upstairs. I really miss Dani, and
I don’t feel at ease leaving her there alone.”
” … Okay.” Ryan agreed after pondering for a while. “I’ll pick you up after I get off work.”
“Will it disturb your work?” Freya said hesitantly.
“I get off work at 5:30 p.m. anyway.” Ryan smiled. “It’s good to do something else to divert my attention
as well.”
When Freya heard that, she recalled his drunken look the night before yesterday. She also
remembered the messy kiss.
She closed her eyes and took her medicine. Then, she took a sip of water. She asked with complicated
feelings, “Is that… guy… the person you like?”
The atmosphere was quiet for some time.
Ryan lowered his head and looked at Freya. His gaze was deep and soft. “I have a person that I like a
lot in my heart. However, I’ll face strong objections if I want to be with that person. I think no one will
support us to be together. Everyone might find it absurd too.”
For some reason, Freya temporarily had difficulties breathing from Ryan’s overwhelming gaze.
She did not understand. She was not the person he liked, but why was he looking at her with such a
gaze?
“Will you support me?” Ryan asked in a low voice.
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