After Freya threw up, she began to shiver all over and break into a cold sweat. She looked like she was in a state of prostration.


    She shut her eyes and heard busy footsteps in the room. After a while, Ryan went downstairs and soon came up again. He wrapped his arm around her and fed her antipyretic.


    Somehow, she eventually fell asleep.


    By the time she woke up, the sky was bright, and the heater in the house was switched on.


    She slowly sat up, feeling tired. Nevertheless, she was a lot more rxed andfortable than before.


    Ryan was asleep on the chaise lounge beside her.


    There was a thin nket that covered him above his waist. He was wearing a green pajama shirt, which looked familiar to Freya. Only after a long while did she recall that Rodney used to wear it.


    The sunlight poured in through the thin window and shone on his tired, sleeping face. He was deep asleep. His fine, messy hair fell on his brows, making his face look even more clean and handsome.


    Freya was stunned for a while.


    She remembered someone staying by her side after


    she threw upst night.


    That person also took her temperature every now and then.


    She knew it was him.


    Whenever she had a fever back then, she definitely did not dare to sleep as she wished during her fever. That was because if her fever worsened, she might suffer brain damage.


    However, she could be so rxed only because she was subconsciously aware of his presence.


    Now that she thought about it, she realized that she was in such a sorry state that night.


    She had thrown up so much that even she was disgusted. The house must have smelled bad.


    Nevertheless, Ryan did not mind at all and stayed beside her the entire night.


    He even cleared the vomit from the trash can.


    Her biological brother would never be so gentle and caring.


    She lifted her nket and got up furtively to keep Ryan from waking up.


    However, as soon as she closed the bathroom door lightly, the sound woke Ryan up.


    He sat up and rubbed his brows. Once he nced at the light in the bathroom, he immediately understood.


    Freya was unaware that he was awake. Upon seeing that there was no one in the chaise lounge when she came out, she put on a thick pajama shirt and headed downstairs to look for him.


    In the kitchen, a tall figure was busy.


    Freya walked over, only to see Ryan slicing an onion.


    A sense of warmth overwhelmed her.


    "Why don''t you sleep a little longer?"


    "I''m hungry."


    Ryan turned around and shot a look at her. Then, he nced at his own hands, which were dirty as he was holding a knife in one hand and onion in the other.


    After pausing for two seconds, he suddenly bent over and lowered his head. His handsome face slowly approached her.


    Some scenes from television dramas shed across Freya''s mind. Just as she panicked and did not know what to do, his forehead suddenly pressed against hers. 1 u h


    "I think you don''t have a fever anymore," Ryan said as his enticing breathing sound faded.


    Freya was at a loss for words.


    F*ck. It turned out that he was trying to gauge her temperature. She was under


    the impression that he was going to kiss her or something...


    Great. What was she thinking? Her brain was not damaged, was it?