Chapter 540 Took Care of Jessica All Night
Francis cupped her face and nodded gently.
"Okay!"
Jessica's lips finally curved into a smile.
That smile, though somewhat pale and very weak, was exceptionally gentle.
Finally, she reached out and took Francis's arm. "Honey, I'm so tired. I want you to sleep with me."
Francis looked at her indulgently and smiled. "Can't you sleep by yourself?"
"No."
Jessica refused outright.
Then she hugged his waist domineeringly, pouting, "I don't want to. I'm cold, I'm dizzy, I have a headache. I want you to stay with me."
"Alright, then close your eyes."
With that, Francis took off his jacket.
Then he lifted the blanket and sat on the bed.
Jessica hugged him tightly, inhaling his familiar scent, and closed her eyes contentedly.
That night, Francis did not sleep.
He was lying back on the bed the whole time., with Jessica nestled in his arms.
Although she was asleep, her condition was not good; her body temperature kept fluctuating.
At times, she felt extremely hot to the touch, while at other times, she shivered from the cold.
Francis kept trying to cool her down.
In the middle of the night, he called Louie in.
"Can't she take any of the medicine you bought yesterday?"
"The doctor advised her to avoid taking it unless necessary to protect the baby. If her condition worsens, she can take a small dose," Louie replied.
"Then bring the medicine. She's burning up; she needs to take some, or the prolonged high fever will also affect the baby."
Louie quickly brought the medicine.
He then explained the dosage and usage of each type to Francis.
"Got it."
Francis dissolved the mildest medicine in warm water.
Then he fed Jessica little by little with a small spoon.
After taking the medicine, Francis continued to care for her meticulously throughout the night.
As dawn approached, Francis reached out to touch Jessica's forehead.
When he felt that her forehead was cool and the fever had subsided, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Francis checked the time; it was already six o'clock.
Francis turned on his phone and found dozens of missed calls.
All the calls were from Celia.
There were also messages from her on Facebook.
[Francis, why haven't you come back yet?]
[Francis, please reply to me. Where are you?]
[You big jerk, Francis, I order you to reply to me immediately.]
Her messages kept coming, almost continuously.
At 2 AM: [Francis, don't freak me out, okay? Did something happen to you?]
At 3 AM: [Francis, I'm not mad anymore. I don't blame you. Just please come back, okay?]
The last message was sent around 5 AM, just ten minutes ago.
[Francis, I'll wait for you until you come back.]
Reading these messages, Francis felt immense guilt and regret.
He was a jerk!
He had spent the whole night taking care of Jessica and completely forgot about Celia.
And Celia had been worried about him.
He reached out to touch Jessica's head, confirming that her fever had subsided. Francis carefully got up.
She must have had a rough night, and now that her fever was gone, she was sleeping more soundly.
Seeing her peaceful, delicate face, Francis felt much more at ease.
"Take good care of yourself."
After saying this, Francis picked up his jacket and left the bedroom.
As he reached the door, he saw Louie.
Louie was up early and, seeing Francis come down, immediately approached with concern. "How is Mrs. Walton?"
"Jessica's fever has subsided, and she seems to be stable now."
"But she needs to rest. Her illness has taken a lot out of her, so she needs to be well taken care of."
Louie nodded, looking at Francis with gratitude.
"Mr. Gutierrez, thank you for taking care of Mrs. Walton all night."
"You must be hungry after a long night. I'll have someone prepare breakfast for you."
Francis waved his hand. "No need. I have some things I need to take care of. Just make sure you take good care of her. She didn't eat anything last night, so she'll be very hungry when she wakes up. It's best to have something ready, and keep the food light."
"Got it. Thank you, Mr. Gutierrez."
When Francis returned, the sun had already risen.
The sky was painted with a vast expanse of red clouds, and the white clouds were tinged with red, looking stunningly beautiful.
Francis quickly pushed open the door to The Bell Villa.
As he walked in, he immediately saw that the hall door was open, and Celia was sitting in the most prominent spot in the hall.
Seeing Francis, Celia immediately stood up, calling out in a daze, "Francis."
Then, with tears streaming down her face, she trembled as she spoke.
"Francis, you're finally back!"
The next moment, Celia ran towards Francis and hugged him tightly.
Only when she felt his real presence did Celia start to cry and speak.
"Francis, you jerk, where did you go? Do you know how worried I was about you?"
"You didn't come back all night, and there was no news from you. I thought something had happened to you."
"Jerk, you're finally back!"
Celia cried her heart out, expressing all her fear and grievances. After that, she finally calmed down.
Only then did Francis speak. "I'm sorry, Celia. It was my fault to make you worry."
Celia wiped her tears pitifully. "I'm glad you know."
"Did you stay up all night? Now that I'm back, go get some sleep," Francis said.
"I want you to stay with me, Francis. When I wake up, I need to see you. You can't leave again, understand?"
After saying this, Celia pulled him by the hand and walked inside.
Seeing the tears on her face, Francis said, "I'll get some warm water to wipe your face."
"Okay."
However, just as Francis turned around, he heard a sound behind him. When he looked back, it was too late.
Celia had fainted, but luckily she fell onto the bed behind her instead of the floor, or the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Francis, terrified, dropped the basin and ran over.
He held her and anxiously called out, "Celia, wake up, wake up."
Hearing the commotion, Alisha immediately ran over.
Seeing Celia had fainted, Alisha quickly ran back to her room and kicked her husband, Theron Bell, awake. "Celia fainted. Go get a doctor, quickly."
Theron, hearing this, threw on a coat and rushed out.
In the room, Celia lay on the bed, and Francis held her hand, filled with guilt and regret.
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