Chapter 391

When morning came, Grace got up early. However, she could feel the heat emanating from the person lying beside her. Immediately, she propped herself up and placed one hand onto his forehead. "Mr. Henderson, you're burning up!" The fireplace had been burning the entire night and the temperature was just right, so why was he suddenly running a fever? Ethan slowly opened his eyes and just hummed a response. Grace was really worried. When the two went to bed last night, they had only removed one layer of outerwear. Right away, she grabbed his coat over and helped him put it on. "Why don't you wash up a bit, and I'll go see if the receptionist has any medicine?" she suggested. She helped him up to the bathroom. The tips of her finger grazed the skin between his wrist, and she could feel how terribly warm it was. Ethan's entire face was red and his eyes were droopy—he looked like a beautiful yet fragile porcelain doll that could break apart any moment. Grace briefly freshened up and