In My Desperate Time

Chapter 487: I Can't Sleep Without You

Old Mr. Louis casts a cold glance at me and said sternly, "There is no need. I'm doing this for the Louis Group, not for you!"

After that, old Mr. Louis returns to the company with Hilda's help.

Frances leans on my shoulder and whispers, "Go in. I'm a little tired."

It could be seen that he is really tired.

It seems that too many things have happened in these days.

He hasn't had a good rest for a long time. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

After taking a shower, Frances lies on the bed.

I'm not sleepy. I'm going to draw some drawings and participate in the competition.

Even if I win the prize, the prize money won't help the Louis Group solve any problems.

But what if the Louis Group really goes bankrupt?

At the very least, I still have money to live with Frances.

Next, I'll take care of him, and support him.

As soon as I get up, Frances grabs me.

I turn to look at him. He even doesn't open his eyes, muttering, "Jane, sleep with me for a while. I'm so tired, but I can't sleep well without you."

The feeling of being needed by him is so sweet. I directly lie on the bed and hold him.

He hugs me tightly and breathes evenly above my head. Very quickly, he falls asleep.

Frances sleeps for a long time.

He is still asleep the next morning.

Earl surprisingly didn't make any noise at night and I had a good night's sleep yesterday.

Raising my head, I carefully size up Frances' face, wanting to deepen his look into my mind.

I love him.

No matter how much I love him, I still feel that it is not enough.

However, why do I feel that his face is a little red?

Moreover, it is strange that he hasn't woken up after sleeping for so long.

I put my hand on his face, only to find it frighteningly hot.

Before, when we were sleeping, I felt that his body was so hot. I thought it was because of the warmth under the quilt. I touched him and found he was so hot. Only did then I find out that he had a fever.

Perhaps it is because he is too tired these past few days.

Looking at him, I get up from bed and take a thermometer to measure his temperature.

He seems to lose consciousness, and he is whispering softly in his sleep.

He looks very painful.

I'm a little curious about what he is saying, and lower my head. I hear him murmur vaguely, "Jane, don't leave me. Jane..."

It turns out that even his dreams are all about me.

How can I be willing to leave a man who loves me this much?

I take out the thermometer and look at it. It really scared me.

39.5 ℃.

He has a high fever.

I hurriedly take out an ice pouch and begin to cool him down physically.

Then, I take a fever-reducing pill and give it to him.

Two hours have passed, but his fever still hasn't subsided.

What's going on?

I'm a little overwhelmed.

I have to find a way to get rid of his fever.

I'm really scared that the fever will affect his brain.

Taking out his phone, I call his personal doctor and tell him to come over quickly.

The doctor arrives soon, and Hilda also comes here with him.

"He has a high fever."

The doctor frowns and quickly gives Frances an injection, then gives him an IV.

After being given an IV, Frances’ body temperature drops a little, and his face is no longer red.

"He will be fine after having an IV. Go to the pharmacy to buy these medicines and give them to him. Then he would recover. Mr. Frances has a high fever because he is overdrawn and overanxious, so it's good to have some medicine at home."