Chapter 20 Elsa Is Sick
Luke couldn't make it to the courthouse in the afternoon because Elsa was running a fever. Initially, he held her without a hint of drowsiness, racing with thoughts. It wasn't until he felt the increasing heat of her body that he realized something was wrong. Given that she had been drinking and then caught in the rain, the fever wasn't surprising.
"Karida, please come to my place. Someone's running a fever," he said over the phone to his friend, Karida Griffin, who was a doctor.
"Someone's running a fever?" Karida, with a serious and professional demeanor, couldn't help but sound a bit sarcastic after hearing Luke's explanation.
"Could it be Karen?" Karen was known to carry herself with the utmost elegance, and she constantly strived to gain the favor of Luke's friends. To everyone, they seemed like a perfect pair, but Luke's demeanor strongly suggested that it wasn't Karen.
"Stop the nonsense. If you don't come in half an hour, you might as well close down your shabby hospital." Luke coldly hung up before getting up.
He had already thrown Elsa's dress in the trash yesterday, so he had to settle for one of his shirts to cover her as he lifted her out of bed. Elsa was too thin, drowning in Luke's oversized white shirt, revealing a pair of unreasonably slender legs.
‘No, Karida couldn't see her like this.’ Luke thought irritably. He changed her into a set of his autumn pajama pants before waiting for Karida to arrive.
Elsa let him handle her in a daze, and her face was as red as the evening sky. She was a vision of beauty, precisely his type. Yet, her intricate and crafty persona was a turn-off. What irked him the most was her apparent disinterest in him. He was drawn to women who were simple and radiated warmth, a category she evidently didn't fall into.
"Do you have a grudge against the Miller family?" Luke asked casually while offering her a can of ice-cold cola to help lower her temperature.
Elsa was profoundly asleep. Despite Luke's best efforts, she remained unresponsive to anything he said.
"Yes," Elsa mumbled vaguely, clutching the can of cola and placing it against her cheek.
Suddenly, as if awakened, she exclaimed with half-closed eyes opening wide, "Of course not!"
Luke didn't press further, sighing as he embraced her. He used his slightly cool palms to cool her neck. When Karida entered, she saw a woman with long curly hair and a flushed face nestled in Luke's embrace like a kitten. “She was wearing Luke's pajamas?” he muttered.
Startled, Karida rubbed his eyes involuntarily. Luke was obsessed with cleanliness. But now he allowed a woman to wear his pajamas.
"Come over here," Luke said, a bit annoyed, as Karida approached to examine Elsa with a stethoscope.
"She needs an IV," Karida quickly concluded.
Luke frowned disapprovingly. "Examine her properly. She just caught a chill. Why does she need an IV?"
"Are you the doctor?" Karida retorted indignantly at being questioned about her medical skills. "Given her physical condition, even if she recovered this time, she needed a comprehensive check-up at the hospital. She is too thin. She definitely has an immune system disorder."
Karida adeptly readied the medicine and quickly set up an IV for Elsa. Throughout the process, Elsa, who was half-asleep, offered no resistance and allowed them to maneuver her as needed.
"When did she get the injury on her wrist?" Luke suddenly inquired.
Karida grabbed Elsa's wrist to inspect it. "It's new, not more than a year," he observed. Catching sight of Luke's tense expression, he quickly released Elsa’s hand.
He thought, ‘He is too possessive, isn’t he?’
He then said, "Are you serious, Luke?"
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