"It's time for your medicine."
The voice was slightly hoarse, with a warm nasal tone, and a pair of eyes hazed with drowsiness.
In fact, he had already lifted his head several times just now, each time thinking she was about to fall asleep, but before long, she forced her eyes open again, stared blankly at the clock on his bedside, and then glanced at him once more.
He did not understand why she was pushing herself like this, but now, he seemed to get it.
This woman...
He set down the documents, picked up the cup, and under her gaze, drank down the medicine.
Arabella Vanderbilt rubbed her hair and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to sleep for a bit? Actually, instead of pushing through your work when you're like this, it might be better to rest and get better. You'd be twice as effective."
Arabella's words made sense, but she was hardly one to talk.
For many years, working while sick had become her habit.
