Caden Lockwood immediately picked up Evelyn Morgan, returned to the bedroom, placed her on the bed, tucked her in, and put a cold towel on her forehead. He took her temperature, and it turned out to be a high fever of thirty-nine degrees.
"You stupid woman!" Caden Lockwood's voice squeezed through his teeth, showing a mix of affection and concern between his brows, "Can't you take care of yourself? Falling ill makes you feel comfortable?"
He contacted the personal doctor to come over. After the doctor examined Evelyn Morgan, he said her condition was quite severe and prescribed medication for her intravenous drip.
Caden Lockwood stayed by Evelyn Morgan's side, staring at her without blinking, with longing, regret, affection, pain, and unease surging in his heart.
This silly girl, how does she make him worry so much?
During these days at the temple, the person he kept thinking about was her!
It was his fault; he should have appeared in front of her sooner.
