Chapter 187 Yvette Looking After Me When I Was Sick

Cole wasn't someone who liked to smile. When we first met, his expression was stern. He didn't smile at all. Under Natasha's gaze, I sneezed three times continuously and got into the taxi awkwardly. Initially, I was happy, but suddenly, dark clouds seemed to engulf my body. I felt dizzy, and my body was burning. I couldn't help but frown. I quickly sent Kenny a message. "Kenny, I've dealt with the production team, but I suddenly don't feel well today. I think I'll head back to the hotel first and get some rest." Kenny replied very quickly. "Alright. You must be tired from coming all the way here. You should get some rest in the hotel now." The cold wind howled outside the car window, and the drizzle fell like a curtain. The moment I stepped out of the car, the cold hit me so hard I couldn't stop shivering. I quickly ducked into a nearby pharmacy and grabbed a few boxes of cold medicine before heading straight for the hotel. After washing up, I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly. Exhaustion swept over me like a tidal wave, pulling me into a deep slumber. I had no idea how much time passed before my phone started ringing incessantly, like a relentless alarm. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and my throat was parched. It took everything I had to pry my eyes open. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 10:00 pm. It was a call from Nancy. "Ms. Lane, it's late. Can't it wait until tomorrow?" I croaked. My voice was hoarse, and I couldn't help but let out a few coughs. Nancy must have noticed something was off. "Owen, you didn't reply to my messages, so I was worried. Are you sick?" I forced out a response. "It's just a cold. I missed your messages. If it isn't urgent, let's talk tomorrow. Right now, I just want to sleep." "Hold on. You don't sound right. I've got a friend in Sylicia. Let me send her over to check on you. What's your address?" I felt dizzy like my whole body was burning up. "Thanks, but no need. I'm fine. I'm already in bed. See you tomorrow." Then, I ended the call and switched my phone to silent mode. I gulped down some cold water. If things got worse, I could always head to the hospital. Anyway, it wasn't far. But just as I was considering it, it started raining heavily outside. There were thunder and lightning. I was at a loss for words. Forget it. I should sleep it off instead of fighting the weather. I felt like I had been asleep for an eternity. My head was heavy as lead, and my thoughts were muddled. In a haze, I glimpsed a familiar figure standing by the bed, speaking into the phone with a hint of annoyance. "He was perfectly fine this morning. How is he running a 105-degree fever in less than 24 hours? Is this a new virus?" Her voice was clear, and she seemed to be near me. The person on the other end of the line seemed to be giving an explanation. "Acute high fevers are common this time of year. Since it's late autumn transitioning to early winter, Sylicia is seeing a spike in cases. "Give him some specialized medicine, but if his stomach is sensitive, he might feel worse. So, before taking the medicine, make sure he eats something first. Oh, and you should wear a mask. It's highly contagious." The woman ended the call and turned her gaze to me. "You're awake? What do you want to eat?" I struggled to open my eyes. When I finally made out the face in front of me, I realized it was Yvette. She was staring at me quietly with a frown. "Y-Yvette? How did you know I'm here? Why are you in my room?" I asked in disbelief. Was this real or just a fever dream? How could she possibly be in my hotel room? Yvette scanned my body and smiled. "This hotel belongs to me. I heard you were half-dead and figured I had better check on you. I can't have you dying here and ruining my business." I let out a weak laugh. Whether it was a dream or reality, it was how Yvette always acted. She was as sharp-tongued as ever. I closed my eyes powerlessly. As my throat was extremely dry, my voice was so hoarse that it was difficult to what clearly. "The flu is contagious, not fatal. It won't hurt your profits. Just go." I had heard everything earlier. It was probably the latest outbreak. In my past life, Yvette had been struck by a fever just as bad, and I had taken care of her. I knew how miserable having high fevers, no appetite, and exhaustion could be. Rest was the only remedy. Sometimes, when the fever was severe, hallucinations weren't uncommon. However, Yvette didn't leave. She didn't even bother wearing a mask. Instead, she called room service for hot chicken soup and ibuprofen. While waiting, she placed a cool towel on my forehead and sat silently by the bed. My throat itched because it was too dry. I couldn't help but cough. When I had just opened my mouth, a glass of warm water was pressed to my lips. "Drink it." Yvette's voice was calm yet firm. I forced my eyelids open and glanced at her sitting by my bedside. Her dark eyes were like a black hole. She stared at me without blinking. My face flushed due to the fever. As I felt irritated, I asked, "What are you doing here? I told you to leave. Don't you understand? We're divorced. Even if this is your hotel, so what? I've booked this room. You can't kick me out." While saying that, I coughed, and my voice was hoarse. The rain continued to pour outside. In the room, her stubborn voice that left no room for negotiation sounded. "You can't even speak properly with that throat. Stop wasting energy and drink water!" Her tone was firm and didn't allow me to refuse. I stared at her dark eyes. My irritation rose with every gesture of care she offered. I smiled sarcastically and said, "What are you up to? Taking care of me? When I was severely ill in the past, you left me for Randall without a second thought. Even the rain couldn't stop you. Now that I'm sick again, you suddenly have a conscience and decided to take care of me?" It was absurd. In my past life, I yearned for her care. Now, I didn't even want to see her. I no longer needed her kindness. I closed my eyes in disgust. I let my resentment seep into my words. "Yvette, I don't need your fake sympathy. Just seeing you makes me miserable. Stop showing up in front of me. Leave now. Otherwise, I will…" "Call the police?" Yvette interrupted me and leaned down. She kissed me to stop me from talking. Her lips suddenly pressed against mine. My eyes snapped open. When I saw how close she was to me, I was stunned for a second. Then, I raised my hand to hit her. However, Yvette only gave me a light peck as if she only did it to stop me from talking. Before I even pushed her, she let go of me. After that, she sipped from the glass of water and leaned in again. As she kissed me, she forced the water into my mouth in one smooth motion. What was she trying to do?