Chapter 764 A Lamb in a Tiger's Den
Matthew turned around and walked back inside. He went straight to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, feeling completely drained, with no energy left.
Mary glanced around for a moment before starting to search for the first aid kit.
After a few minutes, she finally found it next to the TV stand. She took out a thermometer and headed straight to the bedroom.
"Let's check your temperature first."
Mary walked to the bedside and aimed the thermometer at Matthew's forehead. The temperature quickly appeared on the small screen.
102.2 degrees Fahrenheit.
He had a high fever.
Mary found some fever-reducing medicine, poured a glass of water, and returned to the bedroom.
"Matthew, take your medicine."
Matthew, lying on the bed, didn't respond.
Mary set the glass and medicine aside and gently shook Matthew's shoulder.
Still no response.
"Matthew?"
Mary reached out to touch his face, and as soon as her fingertips made contact, she felt the intense heat radiating from him.
Before she could react, her wrist was grabbed, and she was pulled onto the bed. Matthew's burning body pressed down on her.
"Matthew, what are you doing?"
Mary's body tensed up. She pushed against his chest, trying to keep some distance between them.
Matthew's heavy body weighed down on her. He half-opened his eyes, frowning as he looked at her.
"Mary, you're so fierce."
He said hoarsely, his fever-flushed face looking unexpectedly vulnerable.
Mary frowned. "I told you to take your medicine. Why did you pull me onto the bed?"
Matthew stared at her for a moment, then reached for the pills and swallowed them, taking a sip of water afterward.
"I took them."
Matthew set the glass down and looked at her, as if expecting praise.
Mary pushed him. "Now that you've taken them, get up. You're too heavy."
She felt like she was being crushed.
But instead of getting up, Matthew lay down completely, his hot breath brushing against her ear. He closed his eyes and fell into a heavy sleep.
Mary struggled to breathe, her body writhing in an attempt to free herself.
"Stop squirming."
Matthew's hoarse voice came through. He held her tighter and mumbled, "If anything happens, I'm not responsible."
Mary felt something too.
His body temperature was already high, but now it felt like he was going to melt her.
It was too hot.
Mary soon started to sweat.
The sticky feeling made her very uncomfortable.
But his body was too heavy, pressing down on her, and she couldn't break free.
Mary suddenly began to reflect on why she had come over in the middle of the night.
But now, she had no other options.
After struggling for half the night, she too was coming down with a cold. Her body was exhausted, and she eventually fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning.
Mary felt someone moving on top of her!
She frowned and gently tried to push away.
Then, her lips were kissed.
Mary's consciousness snapped awake. She opened her eyes to see Matthew kissing her intently.
"Let go."
Mary resisted, but as soon as she spoke, he took advantage and deepened the kiss.
Their position hadn't changed much all night, and now it made his actions even easier.
Mary's body trembled. His temperature was so high, it made her shiver uncontrollably.
This jerk!
The morning exercise was intense, pushing all other thoughts far away.
When the storm finally passed, Mary was left breathless, her fingers weak.
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