Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire
Chapter 353: Taking Care of Her at the Bedside 2

Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Taking Care of Her at the Bedside 2

Along the way, both of them were very silent.

An Ruo didn’t know what to say, but he had something on his mind.

Was that person really her?

After disappearing for six years, he had thought she was dead, but the person today really resembled her.

Whether it was her or not, today’s incident had stirred up a thousand ripples in Tang Yuchen’s heart, making it impossible for him to calm down.

Upon returning home, he arranged for someone to investigate, determined to figure out who that person really was.

After An Ruo returned home, Tang Yuchen had her take her medicine and then had her lie down to sleep.

The room had heating and she was covered with a thick quilt, yet she still shivered with cold.

Wrapping the quilt tightly around herself, An Ruo lay with her eyes open for a while before finally closing them and falling asleep.

She slept for a long time, and by the time she woke up, it was already dark.

She wanted to sit up, but her head felt heavy, her nose was blocked and she couldn’t breathe, and her throat was sore; she couldn’t even swallow.

She had caught a cold and was running a high fever.

An Ruoxin thought there was no one more unlucky than her; the first day of the New Year, frozen in the cold wind for over an hour, not to mention catching a cold and falling ill, her whole body felt terrible.

If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn’t have gone out during the day.

Just as she was about to call someone to fetch a doctor, Tang Yuchen happened to walk in.

Only one desk lamp was turned on in the room, creating a warm light.

Seeing her eyes open, Yuchen knew she was awake, so he turned on all the lights.

He walked over to her and hearing her congested breathing, he reached out to touch her forehead, "Caught a cold?"

"Yes." An Ruo nodded weakly.

Her forehead was hot. Tang Yuchen withdrew his hand, a slight frown on his brow, "I’ll go call the doctor for you."

Soon, the family doctor arrived and measured An Ruo’s temperature; it was forty degrees.

This was a high fever. If the temperature rose any higher, it might have fried her brain.

The doctor immediately gave her an injection and set up an IV drip.

After taking the medicine, An Ruo had no appetite for food and drifted off into a drowsy sleep.

Tang Yuchen replaced her blanket with a thicker one, wrapping her up snugly.

He sat by the bed, his dark eyes looking at her with complex emotions, and a sense of guilt rising again in his heart.

He shouldn’t have left her alone today; her body was already weak, and being frozen in the cold wind for so long, even a healthy person couldn’t have withstood it, let alone her.

Yet, she didn’t complain to him at all.

Tang Yuchen didn’t know whether her lack of complaints was because she didn’t care about his attitude towards her or because she understood him, which was why she didn’t complain.

Actually, he wished she would complain about him a bit, so that his guilt would lessen.

Maybe it was the high fever, but An Ruo felt very hot in her dreams; she tried to throw off the blanket, but Yuchen noticed her movements and held her down, not letting her move.

So hot, too hot.

An Ruo moaned uncomfortably, struggling to peel off the blanket, but it felt so heavy, immovable.

After struggling for a while to no avail, she gave up and fell back into a deep sleep.

Because of the sweating and the medicine, An Ruo’s condition quickly stabilized.

When she woke up in the middle of the night, she opened her eyes comfortably and suddenly saw someone lying by the bed.

Tang Yuchen was lying on the edge of the bed, his head resting on his arm, slightly turned to the side, sleeping deeply.

An Ruo glanced at the clock on the bedside; it was already four in the morning.

Had he been here by the bedside taking care of her all along?