Miley's fever is too severe and because of this, it won't be gone so soon. But even at that, she's showing good signs of improvement. After this injection, she might wake up before dinner if she recovers fast. By the way, there's nothing else besides the fever. So don't worry too much about her. She'll be fine, Kelvin explained calmly as he walked towards Westley.
"Okay." Dexter moved his hand away from her forehead and looked at her quietly.
This man has always been thoughtful, although he always tried to put up a tough front. As long as he didn't want to show his emotions, no one could know what he was feeling in his heart.
As soon as Miley was done with the injection, her fever was brought down to the barest minimum. Although she didn't wake up immediately, she was awake during dinner. She was very hungry, her head was heavy, and she felt very terrible all over her body.
This was the first feeling she had as soon as she woke up.
"You're awake!" Dexter exclaimed. He had been sitting on a chair beside the bed, with his laptop on his lap, trying to handle some business issues online since he couldn't be in the company in person. As soon as he heard the ruffling of the bed sheets, he looked up from his laptop and saw that she was awake.
Miley opened her eyes slowly and tried to sit up. When he saw what she was about to do, he quickly put down his computer and stood up to help her. He took a pillow and put it on her back so that she could rest her body well.
"Do you feel good?" Dexter asked softly as he peered closely at her. She looked at him in disbelief when she noticed that he was the one beside her.
"Do you want some water?"
Miley didn't respond. She simply pulled the blanket higher and curled up under it. In a gentle but domineering manner, he lifted the blanket on her and embraced her with one arm.
Then, with his other free hand, he took the jug on the shelf and poured her half a cup of warm water before putting it before her lips. "Drink up."
Miley struggled for a moment, but when she noticed that she couldn't escape his embrace, she slapped the cup away.
Luckily, Dexter had a firm grip on it. Nonetheless, some water was spilt on the blanket.
"Miley, you need to drink some water," Dexter said sternly before moving the cup back to her lips.
With an unhappy expression, she took the jug and drank it up.
"Do you want something to eat?" Dexter asked. "I've asked Peter to contact the assistant manager of your department to apply for leave for you." He added.
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"Mr Lombard, breakfast is here." After Tina put the breakfast down, he went out.
Dexter walked to the table and stirred the oatmeal with a spoon. When he turned around, only to see that Miley had covered herself with the blanket again. He had to pull the blanket away once more before he asked, "Let's eat!"
"Let's get divorce." She said.
"Eat something. Or else your stomach is going to hurt." Dexter said as if he didn't hear what Miley just said.
Looking down at the oatmeal in the bowl which had already cooled down, he scooped up a spoonful and said, "Do you want me to feed you?"
"I said, I want to divorce you." She shouted.
Dexter's countenance remained unchanged. He ate a bit of the oatmeal, then lowered his head and fed the woman.
No matter how much of a scene Miley made, Dexter did not even flinch. Even after Miley left two bloody scratch marks on his neck, Dexter still put his arm around her waist and forcefully held her jaw to open her mouth and stuff the oatmeal into her mouth.
Miley pursed her lips tightly after she ate the oatmeal. If looks could kill, Dexter would be dead. Yet Dexter chuckled and said, "If you don't want me to feed you, be good."
Miley was so enraged that she knocked her head against the man's chest. She did not even feel any pain.
She kept making a scene until she eventually exhausted all her energy and was too tired to continue. When Dexter finally let her go, she pulled the blanket over herself.
After the woman finally settled down in bed, Dexter pulled out a chair and sat down. He took out his laptop and dealt with his unfinished business. By the time he raised his head again, he could hear faint breathing sounds.
In midnight....
Shrouded in fear, Miley frantically tugged at her blanket and mumbled, "No…" she whimpered like a kitten that was on the brink of death. She curled herself into a ball, desperately wanting to look for a sense of security.
Dexter had not fallen asleep. Hearing her low cries, he opened his eyes and climbed up on the bed.
"Miley?" He moved her hands that were grasping the blanket away, then wrapped his arms around her.
Remembering the method that his grandma had taught him, Dexter ran his fingers through her hair and massaged her head. Sensing this, Miley relaxed and leaned against his body like a baby.