Chapter217 Patricia kisses Martin.
"Patricia..."
"Patricia, what are you thinking about? Are you still mad at me?"
Lost in thought, Patricia was jolted back to reality by Hunter's anxious voice.
"No, I know you must have had your reasons for not showing up. I don't want to see your plan get screwed up just for me."
Hunter spoke with guilt,: "Davis SadieSadie Davis pressured me to trade all the shares of the Miller Group for you. !
It's not that I wasn't willing to part with them, but I was afraid she would become more demanding.
Once I give in to her, there will definitely be a second time.
"OnceAnd I handedbelieve, once I hand over the shares, you would become disposable to her. , and she would dispose of you even faster.
In fact, when Davis SadieSadie Davis had you hanging from that bridge, I was right there beside you. The moment you fell, I jumped in after you but. But I just couldn't find you."
After saying this, he hugged her again, like she was a precious treasure he had regained.
No one knew histhe despair and fear he felt when he couldn't find Patricia in the water.
He had people search the waters for days and nights.
He was almost impulsive enough to drain the river, only.
Only to be vigorously stopped by the elders of the Miller Group.
Nobody knows how much he hated Davis SadieSadie Davis at that moment, wanting to flay her skin, drink her blood, and devour her flesh.
Without Patricia, his life plunged back into darkness, unable to see any hope, as if he had lost all reason to live.
Thank goodness she was alright.
Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee what would happen.
Patricia could clearly feel his body trembling slightly.
She smiled and gently patted his back.: "I believe you! Davis SadieSadie Davis is despicable and shameless; she never intended to lethad any intention of letting me go. When she kidnapped me, I heard her tell William that once she got the shares, she would get rid of you and me for good. Your decision bought me a few more days."
Just enough time for Martin to come to her rescue.
Thinking of Martin traveling thousands of miles to save her, her heart filled with sweetness, as if it were steeped in honey.
Hunter glanced at the time on the wristwatch, looked deeply at Patricia, and said with reluctance,: "The Miller Group is in a critical period of restructuring, and I can't stay here for long. Take good care of yourself, and I'll come to you once I finishI've finished with the urgent matters at hand."
These days were fraught with internal and external troubles.
Ambitious shareholders at the company, Davis SadieSadie Davis, and Patricia's kidnapping ，all of those had disrupted his plans, making things even more complicated. It might take a long time to sort it all out.
It might take a long time to sort it all out.
Patricia nonchalantly said,: "It's okay, the company matters. Go and take care of yourself!"
After one last look at Patricia, Hunter got up and left. The room suddenly felt empty, leaving her all alone.
The room suddenly felt empty, leaving her all alone.
Patricia exited thegot out of bed, fighting against her body's discomfort, and exitedstepped out of the room.
Yet Martin was nowhere to be seen.
Puzzled, she returned toturned back into the room and used the hotel phone to call Martin.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.
"Hello."
His voice was hoarse, as if he was painfully suppressing some emotion.
Patricia asked worriedly,: "Martin, where did you go? Why does your voice sound strange? Is something wrong?"
"I'm fine!"
"You..."
Patricia said and was about to ask when he would return, but Martin cut her off.
: "There's still work to be done at the Langley Group., I've gone back. Take care of yourself."
He hung up without hesitation, like avoiding some kind of monster.s
"...??"
Patricia was stunned., Hher heart felt likeas if it was being gripped and torn apart by an invisible hand.
What happened to Martin?
Why was he so cold to her?
Was he blaming her for going to Countrythe M country alone, nearly dying at the hands of Davis SadieSadie Davis?
Patricia's head was spinning, full of questions. She lay back down, hoping to rest for a while and gather some strength to return to Ivara City. But it wasn't long before she started running a high fever, burning up in confusion, her body feeling like it was being crushed under a heavy weight, completely powerless to move.
"Ugh..."
She groaned in discomfort, her face covered in a dense sweat, her body alternating between hot and cold.
"Cold... so cold... ..."
"Hot... so hot..."
When Martin walked in, he saw her alternating between crying out from cold and heat, her face flushed like a ripe apple.
Realizing something was wrong, Martin immediately took a thermometer from the bedside drawer.
It was left by the doctor who had previously examined Patricia.
'Beep.'
A red warning flashed on the thermometer.
102.56°F
A high fever.
Martin's breath hitched, and he quickly dialed a string of numbers.
It was Jim, sent by Carter to look after him.
The call connected quickly, and Jim's gruff voice said,came through: "Mr. Langley, what do you need?"
Martin ordered firmly,: "Get a doctor here immediately, with medicine. Patricia has a fever of, 102.56°F, and she needs to be saved immediatelyright away."
"Alright, I'm on it."
In less than half an hour, Jim arrived with the doctor.
The doctor, in a white coat, followed by a nurse carrying a medical kit.
This was the doctor who had previously diagnosed Patricia. Before Martin could speak, he got straight to examining her and quickly came to a conclusion.
"A severe cold, low immunity leading to the invasion of chill. I'll start an IV to bring her fever down, then she can take cold medicine."
"Thank you!"
After expressing his gratitude, Martin returnedstepped back to give the nurse room to work.
While the nurse set up the IV for Patricia, the doctor handed over the medicine to Martin, explaining the dosage in detail.
"This is an anti-inflammatory, three times a day, two pills each time. This is cold medicine, once a day, one pill. This is a fever reducer, only if her temperature reaches 101.30℉, then 1 about1about 2 teaspoons per dose. These are cooling patches;, they can be applied to the forehead and underarms. Keep her warm. It's just a cold, nothing serious, don't worry too much."
Martin listened attentively, like a child learning something new, taking in every word the doctor said.
Then, the doctor left. The nurse departed after
After Patricia had finished her IV, and the needle was removed. , the nurse departed.
Her temperature dropped from 102.56°F to 100.40℉ degrees after the IV.
"If she starts sweating, that's normal, don't worry, it means she's getting better. If she experiences alternating chills and heat, don't worry;, it's a normal reaction to the cold. Remember, don't let wet clothes stick to her body;, it can cause coughing. Keep her as dry as possible and monitor her temperature."
"Okay, thank you!" Martin nodded like a studious child, indicating he understood.
Once the nurse had left, he immediately called Jim to order more pure cotton nightgowns.
He had hoped that after the injection, Patricia wshould get better.
But soon, her temperature rose again to 38.5. Her body trembled non-stop, crying out from the cold.
"Cold, so cold... so cold..."
Martin turned on the heater Jim had bought, aiming it directly at her, but there was no improvement; her body still shook violently, shivering from the cold.
"So cold, cold..."
Martin then requested the hotel service to bring another cotton quilt.
Still no improvement; she was getting colder.
And she kept getting colder.
Martin was at a loss, looking around to see if there was anything else that could provide warmth.
But this was a hotel.
Resources were limited.
After hesitatinga moment's hesitation, he decisively stripped off his clothes, climbed into the bed, and wrapped Patricia tightly in his arms.
Her body was burning hot, but her hands and feet were frighteningly cold, like blocks of ice.
Martin placed her hands under his armpits and clamped her feet between his legs, using his own body heat to warm her up.
Patricia was obsessed with the warmth brought by Martin.
She burrowed into Martin's embrace, greedily seeking his heat.
Martin asked in a hoarse voice next to her ear,: "Do you feel any better?"
Hearing his voice, the groggy Patricia used all her strength to open her eyes, and upon seeing Martin's face, tears streamed down.
"I thought you had left... sob..." sob..."She clung to Martin's waist, crying like a helpless child.
She clung to Martin's waist, crying like a helpless child.
"..."
Martin didn't speak.
After Hunter arrived, he realized he was superfluous and indeed planned to return to Ivara City.
But before leaving, he inexplicably returnedcame back, wanting to see her one last time, to ensuremake sure she was safe before he left.
He never expected to find her with a fever, and Hunter was nowhere to be found.
He couldn't bear to leave her sick and alone, so he stayed.
As he was lost in thought, the person in his arms suddenly moved, and before he could react, his lips were sealed, her unique fragrance filling his nostrils, invading his thoughts.
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