Chapter 505 Severe Cold
Dashiell was lounging on the couch, waiting for Seraphina.
When she finally came out, he got up and said, "Let's go, I'll take you."
Seraphina was taken aback. Dashiell offering to take her? That was unexpected.
Given his usual demeanor, shouldn't he just be indifferent?
Dashiell didn't seem to care about her surprise. He walked ahead, slipped on some outdoor shoes, and opened the door.
Seraphina found her heels, which had been tossed aside, put them on, and quickly followed him.
Once outside, Dashiell closed the door and activated the electronic lock.
She heard the door lock click, "Password changed, fingerprints deleted."
Seraphina pressed her lips together.
If she were in his shoes, she'd probably do the same.
If she wanted to explain now, she wouldn't even know where to start.
Anyway, with the password changed and her fingerprint deleted, she couldn't get in even if she tried.
Dashiell finished up and headed towards the elevator.
They walked in one after the other, and then the elevator began to descend.
It was like they were strangers, neither saying a word.
The elevator reached the first floor.
As they stepped out, the cold night wind hit them.
Seraphina shivered. Even with a coat on, she was dressed lightly, just a thin lace camisole underneath. And she wasn't wearing pants, not even stockings, just high heels. The cold wind made it hard to walk.
But Dashiell didn't seem to notice, walking steadily ahead.
She looked at his figure and fell silent.
His leg seemed fine.
She pressed her lips together and caught up with him.
When they reached the gate, a black car was parked there.
Seraphina recognized it immediately. It was the car and driver Atticus had arranged for her.
So Dashiell had already contacted Atticus and was just taking her to the gate.
She didn't know why, but it made her feel a bit uncomfortable as she walked towards the car.
Dashiell stood a little distance away, watching her get in.
After she got in, she looked back to see him already turning to leave.
He wasn't dressed warmly either.
He probably didn't think about how cold it was outside, just wearing thin loungewear. The night wind was strong, blowing his clothes and hair around.
Seraphina just watched him, the distance between them growing.
Watching him become more and more indifferent to her, she didn't even know why tears started to fall.
The next day, Seraphina woke up with a severe cold.
When she tried to get up for work, she felt dizzy and lightheaded.
She always thought she was strong and didn't expect that a bit of cold would make her so weak.
'Is it true that women who have had a miscarriage have much weaker bodies?' she wondered.
She should have listened to Cecilia more.
Unable to get up, she called Atticus to ask for leave.
Even though Atticus agreed, he sounded skeptical.
Why was her credibility so low?
Seraphina lay in bed, feeling miserable with her whole body aching.
She hadn't had a cold in ages!
Alone at home, she felt desperate.
At 10 a.m., Sebastian called her.
She hesitated, unsure if she should answer.
Last night, she was clearly angry.
But after what happened with Dashiell, she felt guilty.
In the end, she answered weakly, "Sebastian."
"I heard you got sick? How did that happen? Did you get cold last night?" Sebastian's concerned voice made her feel even guiltier.
She didn't understand why Sebastian didn't want to make love with her.
But she could feel his affection.
Maybe he had his reasons.
Seraphina sighed, "Yeah, I wore too little last night."
"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I..."
"It's nothing, I'll be fine in a couple of days," she interrupted.
"Did you go to the hospital?" Sebastian asked.
"I don't want to go."
"If you're sick, you should go. I'll come and take you," he offered.
"No need," she refused, not wanting to see him now.
She was really afraid of the awkwardness.
"Seraphina, don't be so stubborn. Be good, I'll come over right away."
"I'll go myself, you focus on your work," she insisted. "I'll have the driver take me."
Sebastian fell silent.
"I just don't want to bother you, don't overthink it," she added.
With that, she hung up.
She wasn't throwing a tantrum; she just didn't want to say more.
She called the driver to take her to the hospital.
Then she struggled to get out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
While washing her face, she suddenly saw in the mirror the dense purple marks on her neck.
She was startled.
It took her a moment to realize they were hickeys.
She really wondered if it was a dream. She always thought Dashiell wouldn't...
Now looking at the marks on her neck, she couldn't lie to herself.
Seraphina bit her lip.
She didn't know how to describe her feelings now.
'Forget it, let's pretend nothing happened last night,' she thought. 'Dashiell should feel the same way.'
After freshening up, she changed into thick clothes and went downstairs.
She got into the car and headed straight to the Metropolitan Hospital.
Her temperature was measured at 104 degrees Fahrenheit.
"If you came any later, your brain might be overheating," the doctor joked.
Seraphina didn't expect her temperature to be so high.
She had never had such a severe fever before.
It was just a little cold last night.
How did she get so sick?
"Take some fever medicine first, then get an IV drip." The doctor skillfully wrote a prescription. "I'll arrange a private room for you to rest. You should sleep until about 2 PM."
"Okay," Seraphina agreed.
She was more afraid of frying her brain than of staying in the hospital.
She was taken to a VIP room by a nurse. As she walked over, Seraphina suddenly paused.
In the half-open VIP room she passed, she seemed to see Dashiell, who was getting an IV drip and still working on his laptop!
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