Ryan turned Freya''s head around. "Do you know that if you don''t dry your hair in time after you wash it, you''ll get frequent headaches in the future? You''re an adult, yet you don''t even know how to take care of yourself."


    Freya, who was having the flu, looked unhappy at being criticized. "None of your business."


    "If it''s none of my business, whose business is it?" Ryan blew on her face with the dryer.


    "Ryan Snow, you''re so annoying." She extended her hand and thumped on his arm, but it was not hard at all.


    Ryan''s body tensed up when he heard her coquettish voice.


    He thought to himself that she would end up torturing him to death someday.


    Indeed, it was not easy to dry her long hair. It took almost ten minutes before it waspletely dry.


    Having eaten half of the porridge, Freya did not want it anymore.


    "That''s all?" Ryan frowned. "Eat a little bit more."


    "No. I don''t feel like eating it." Freya looked away and curled up on the couch like a kid.


    "I cooked the porridge myself, so you should finish it," Ryan coaxed her.


    Freya was stunned. "You cooked it?"


    "Duh." Ryan raised his brows. "Food outside is unhygienic."


    Freya''s mouth parted, and something seemed stuck in her throat. "If I remember correctly, there wasn''t any rice nor meat in the house."


    "I ordered it from a supermarket and had it delivered here. I didn''t dare to go out when you were having a fever," Ryan said with a sigh. "I''ve also bought you tomorrow''s breakfast, so you don''t have to eat out."


    "Are you... nning to sleep here... tonight?" Freya stuttered.


    "Of course." Ryanughed. "I''ll stay by your side to look after you. At least I can send you to the hospital in time in case anything happens."


    "No need," Freya said under her breath. "This isn''t my first time having a fever. Back then, I always recovered after a night alone."


    "You didn''t know me back then. If you had known me earlier, you wouldn''t have had to be alone."


    Ryan spooned some porridge. "Open your mouth..."


    Looking at his gentle face, she obediently took two spoonfuls of porridge in the end.


    "Get some rest. I''ll go downstairs and take a shower."


    Ryan rose to his feet.


    "Do you... want a change of clothes?" The words escaped Freya''s mouth as she gazed at his back.


    Ryan turned around.


    Freya looked away. "When I was pregnant, Rodney apanied me here for some time. He has note here ever since we got a divorce. But there are some clothes here..."


    Ryan was stunned, and he felt upset. However, he soon got over it. Her life used to revolve around Rodney, so this house had memories of him. Nevertheless, Ryan could gradually rece Rodney from now on. 1


    "Sure. Where are the clothes? Since my size is simr to his, the clothes should fit."


    "They''re in the wardrobe in the bedroom next door. You can sleep there tonight too."


    Ryan went there and opened the wardrobe. His head began to hurt as all the clothes were showy. After taking a bath, he took a set of green pajamas and put them on.


    In the bedroom, Freya was on her phone for a while before she snuggled in her nket.


    Amid her sleep and headache, she felt something cool on her forehead.


    She opened her eyes, only to see Ryan sitting beside her under the dim lights. He touched her head and said softly, "You have a fever again. I just put a cooling patch on your forehead."


    "Mm. I can feel something up my chest... I feel like throwing up..."


    "Go ahead. You might feel better after throwing up."


    Ryan then brought a trash can to her.


    After lying on the bed for some time, Freya finally threw up everything.


    As she was throwing up miserably, she felt a hand patting her on the back gently.


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