Maxwell Peary stepped forward, taking two steps at a time to reach the bedside. He reached out to remove her coat, intending to make her sleep more comfortably. However, he paused when he felt her body temperature. Only then did he notice her flushed cheeks. She clearly had a fever. He cursed his own jinxing mouth; whatever he worried about always seemed to come true. "Nia, Nia..." Maxwell Peary sat on the bed, gently placed her head on his lap, and softly called out to her. Nia Mitchell furrowed her brows. She felt weak all over, her throat was sore, and she felt cold. "Mmm..." She moved uncomfortably, but her eyes remained closed. "Nia, you have a fever. Wake up." While calling her, he took out his phone to call his personal doctor. "Come to the Royal Bay Villa." He ended the call swiftly, casually placing his phone on the bedside table. Her head was aching. Nia Mitchell opened her eyes in annoyance. Who could be causing such a disturbance while she was sleeping? Nia Mitchell was a bit dazed. Feeling heavy-headed and light-footed, she forced her eyes open to look at the handsome face, tilted ninety degrees relative to her. Right, she hadn’t realized her head was resting on the CEO’s lap, hence the unusual perspective. "Uncle Peary?" Nia Mitchell mumbled, reaching out a small hand to poke his cheek. Not a hallucination? For more chapters visıt 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁 Due to the fever, her eyes were even more watery, as if veiled by a fine mist. Looking at him with dazed eyes, her flushed little face was filled with confusion. "How can you sleep ? Lying directly on the bed without even changing your clothes or pulling up the blanket." Seeing her awake and looking into his eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to blame her. However, the scene of him calling her name repeatedly while she remained unresponsive kept replaying in his mind. Even he, who was usually as steady as a rock, felt a little flustered. He had faced life-and-death situations, even hails of bullets, but Nia merely having a fever was enough to shatter his calm. Seeing her regain consciousness, he felt a vast sense of relief, though his tone became somewhat harsher. Upon being scolded by the CEO, Nia Mitchell pouted and looked at him pitifully. She was just so tired. Otherwise... otherwise, she wouldn’t have ended up ... "Alright, settle down. Do you know you have a fever?" Seeing her expression, Maxwell Peary was instantly disarmed. He quickly helped her lie down properly and covered her with the blanket. A fever? Only then did Nia Mitchell feel her splitting headache. Her whole body felt weak, and her throat burned as if on fire. Maxwell Peary tucked the corner of her blanket in, then turned and poured her a glass of plain water. "Drink some water first. The doctor will be here soon." Nia Mitchell nodded, but her eyes flickered slightly when she heard the word ’doctor.’ After she finished her water, Dr. Zheng, Maxwell’s personal doctor, arrived. "Young Master Peary," Dr. Zheng said, slightly out of breath. He had sprinted up after parking his car. Time was life, especially since Young Master Peary wouldn’t call him for trivial matters. Generally, a summons meant he had sustained a serious injury. Like the last time, when he’d been shot. If Dr. Zheng hadn’t arrived a few minutes sooner, the CEO’s prognosis would have been grim. However, after knocking, when the Main Bedroom door was opened from the inside, Dr. Zheng was momentarily stunned to see Maxwell Peary standing before him. Dr. Zheng observed Maxwell’s ruddy complexion, which showed no signs of injury, and gave him a quick once-over. Er... Young Master Peary, have you... been injury-free for so long that you’ve actually started to miss me, so you decided to call me at four in the morning just to mess with me?