Chapter 382

Juliana had been scolded, yet why did her heart still feel so sweet? "I didn't want to trouble you." The next moment, Arthur swept her up into his arms and strode swiftly toward the SUV. From the rearview mirror, Ayra watched, her nails nearly digging into the leather seat. What trick had Juliana pulled this time to make Arthur carry her like that? The car door swung open, and Arthur looked at Ayra. "Move to the front seat." "Why?" "She's sick. We're going to the hospital," Arthur said in a low but firm voice. Ayra clenched her teeth in silent anger. So what if Juliana was sick? Why should she give up her seat? But the authority in Arthur’s tone left no room for argument. Reluctantly, she moved to the front seat, but as she glanced back, she saw Arthur holding Juliana as if she were something precious. The bodyguard quickly located a nearby hospital, and they sped off without delay. In the emergency room, Arthur carried Juliana inside. Her body was burning with a high fever—104°F. The