There was also the cold expression on his face towards her at first, but then he became gentle towards her, and his eyes looking at her seemed to be doting.
Wait, wait, come to mind.
Anelle was startled, her fingers touched his lips, and found that his lips were slightly opening and closing, as if he was talking.
"Ye Sijue, what do you want to say?" She lowered her head, trying to hear his voice clearly.
However, there was nothing.
He seemed to just move his mouth but not make any sound.
However, she just felt that he seemed to have something to say.
What he wanted to say to her the second before he fainted flashed through his mind.
He said, "Do you blame me for never saying that to you?"
That sentence…
Anelle pursed her lips and her eyes became wet.
She stretched out her hand to touch Yesijue's cheek, bent down to face him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't you have something else to say to me? Yesijue, can you wake up quickly? I want to hear it. You say, I want to hear it now, can you please stop falling asleep?"
Chris's eyes darkened slightly, and he turned to look at the doctor, giving him a signaling look.
The doctor thought for a while, then pretended to be enlightened and said, "I thought of it. There is another way to lower the temperature. Go and prepare some alcohol. The more the better."
After giving instructions to the servant, the doctor walked over to Anelle and said to her, "Miss Anelle, you may need to leave for a while."
"Why?" Anelle raised her head, with reluctance on her face.
"Well... I want to wipe the patient's whole body with alcohol, so I have to take off his clothes. It's not very convenient for you, miss, to be here..."
"I..." Anelle subconsciously wanted to say that it was okay, but the etiquette she learned in elementary school prevented her from saying it.
Chris said softly, "Just be good and let the doctor treat you. You will only hinder the doctor here. Don't you want him to get better quickly? If he continues to have a fever, he may become If it turns into pneumonia or something like that, it will be very serious.”
Even if Anelle was reluctant to let go, she had no choice but to leave after hearing what he said.
"Let's go, you just go and have a hot soup. I think if he wakes up, he doesn't want to see you sick." Chris stepped forward and held her shoulders, pulling her out.
Anelle looked back frequently, and although she hesitated, she was still led out of the room by Chris.
She walked downstairs and the door closed behind her.
When they arrived at the restaurant on the first floor, Chris walked over with his arms around her, pulled out a chair for her to sit down in a gentlemanly manner, and then motioned to the servants to bring her hot soup to ward off the cold.
Anelle had no appetite at all, shook her head and said, "I really don't want to drink."
Ye Sijue was still unconscious. She was worried to death. How could she have the appetite to eat
"Drink a little, just drink with me, okay?" Chris' voice was gentle, but his attitude was so tough that no one could refuse. He raised his hand and motioned for the servant to bring it to him.
Anelle looked down at the bowl. The soup was steaming, and it looked very warm.
"Annelle, drink quickly, or do you want me to feed you?" Chris said, keeping his eyes on her, as if he would really do it if she continued to disobey.
Annele certainly understands him, and Chris may seem gentle, but when he wants to do something to you, you better be obedient.
After hesitating for two seconds, she picked up the bowl and drank it slowly.
Chris watched her finish the drink and then expressed satisfaction.
(End of chapter)