Chapter 589 A Favor
Chapter 589 A Favor
Not long after she sat down, a knock hit the door–hard and fast.
She walked over and pulled it open.
“Mr. Foster? What’s going on?”
“Ms. West…”
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Oliver usually looked sharp and professional. Right now, he looked uneasy, which meant this was serious. “Our CEO has a high fever. He’s out of it. He won’t let anyone near him. Could youe take a look?”
Dawn raised an eyebrow. “You think I can fix him? Call a doctor.”
“I already did. The doctor gave him meds, but… Mr. Jackson won’t take them.”
A grown man, refusing his meds?
Then again, she’d known Ethan for years and had never once saw him take any. She hesitated.
Oliver saw it, took a deep breath, and pushed again. “We’ve got a huge meeting tomorrow morning. If this keeps up… Ms. West, please. I’m just asking for a favor.”
She gave him a smile. “You’re his assistant. You should know how to deal with him better than I do.”
“I’ve already tried everything.”
“Then call the cops.”
He froze.
“Tell the doctor to knock him out. He’s like an out–of–control animal. You sedate first, treatter. Don’t you get that?”
She didn’t give him time <i>to </i>respond.
“Go back. I’m going to bed.”
“Ms. West-!”
She shut the door and locked it before he could say another word.
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Then she turned around… and spotted something on the floor. Oliver had dropped his hotel key card.
She bent down, picked it up, and let out a long sigh.
The sleepiness was gone.
She sat back on the couch, rolling the card between her fingers. Her eyes stared off somewhere in the distance. <i>Go</i><i>, </i>or <i>don’t </i><i>go</i>? <i>The </i><i>two </i><i>answers </i><i>kept </i><i>fighting </i><i>in </i><i>her </i><i>chest</i>.
Time passed.
She tossed the key card on the table.
It hit with a t p.
She stood, opened the minibar, pulled out a bottle, cracked it, and downed two hard swigs.
Screw it. She’d go.
Ethan was probably just pulling one of his guilt–trip tricks.
And honestly, she couldn’t tell who was ying who at this point.
She stepped out, turned left, and walked three doors down to the number on the card.
She took a deep breath and knocked.
Nothing. Her frown deepened.
Did Oliver seriously ditch him? What if Ethan had passed out alone in there?
Her gut clenched. She swiped the key card and opened the door. It was pitch ck. Not even the lights were on.
“Ethan?”
The second she spoke, something crashed loudly from inside the room.
She hit the light switch. There he was–Ethan, in loungewear, copsed on the floor. Looked like he’d just fallen off the bed.
“Ethan!” Her mind went nk. She rushed over and pulled him up. “You can’t even <i>stay </i>upright, and you’re still refusing meds? Are you out of your mind?”
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He didn’t answer.
He just stared at her, like he wasn’t sure if she was real.
“What are you staring at?”
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She finally got him to his feet, but frustration was already building. “If you wanna self–destruct, fine. But why drag everyone else down with you? You think the world revolves around you or what?”
His skin was bright red, and the heat behind his eyes looked like it could scorch right through her.
She tried to guide him back to bed. He didn’t move.
“Ethan, you-”
His eyes burned straight into her. Nothing she said was reaching him. She switched gears. “Where’s the medicine?”
He didn’t blink. Didn’t move.
“I said, where’s the medicine?”
She raised her voice.
That finally got something out of him. But instead of answering, he closed his murmured, “Can we talk quieter?”
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Dawn let out a sharpugh. “You can’t even hear me yelling, and now you want me to whisper?”
“It’s too loud. If you’re too loud, you’ll disappear.”
<i>What</i>?
He really thought she was a hallucination.
Her throat tightened, like cotton was jammed inside.
She turned to search for the medicine, but he caught her wrist. His voice dropped, hoarse and low, like syrup dragged across sandpaper. “Dawn. Don’t go.”
“I’m getting your medicine.”
“I don’t need it.”
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She yanked her hand away, pissed. “Ethan, I don’t know how you ended up like this, but let me make one thing clear. I’m here because I want to be. Not because your fever dragged me here.”
His eyes flickered with something, but it disappeared behind his messy hair.
She found the pills on the coffee table. A notey beside them.
Acute pharyngitis. Fever of 103 degrees.
She pressed her lips tight and pulled out the right dosage, then walked off to boil some water.
She caught movement in the corner of her eye. Ethan sat there, frozen, his gaze locked on her like he was scared she’d vanish the second he blinked.
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<strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.