If... if this person was awake, Ashley knew clearly in her heart, if this person was awake, then she could easily talk to this person about the past, about the future.

But now, this person didn't remember anything. Even when she was angry with this person, that person would look at her with a puzzled look, and constantly ask her why she was angry with him.


Every time like this, Ashley felt angry and had nowhere to vent, in the end, she could only let the other person do whatever he wanted.

"I have to go to work tomorrow."

"But..."


"John said, my body temperature has returned to normal." She moved her body, lifted her legs that were resting on the other person's knees, and arranged them into a more comfortable position, perhaps even she herself didn't realize it, in her mouth she said that it was unnecessary, but her actions betrayed her, in her heart, she gradually accepted the habit of having the other person warm her legs every night.

Habit is an extremely scary thing. She didn't know who said this, but there were many people who, without paying attention, had formed all kinds of habits, and after forming that habit, a year, a month, or a day, while reading a book, perhaps just when getting off the subway, or when doing something unrelated, suddenly discovered... Ah, when did this habit start?


But in short, at the time the habit started, very few people could discover that their own lives were changing little by little, very small changes, slowly penetrating, this was a kind of slow penetration, and there was no sign of it.

"Um." The other person vaguely replied, lowering her head to him, she glanced at him, the temperature under her soles was burning hot, compared to the usual coldness, completely different.

Tonight, she didn't sleep until dawn, when Ashley woke up, her spirit wasn't bad, compared to her sickly appearance two days ago, it was completely different. 

Leaning on her hand to sit up, she habitually looked down at the ground, discovering that the person who always woke up early this morning was still covered with a blanket. 

She didn't wake him up, she got up and got out of bed herself, walked around the person lying on the floor, and walked out of the room. 

Went to the kitchen, boiled water, put rice in to cook porridge, and cooked for a long time, making her miss the taste of moon porridge so much. 

Went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and washed her face. When she finished getting ready and returned to the bedroom, the other person was still lying on the floor sleeping soundly. 

The aroma from the kitchen slowly spread, and a pot of white porridge was placed on the dining table.  She thought to herself, the white porridge had also warmed up, this person should also wake up. A little unwilling, she returned to the bedroom: 'Wake up." Her face was expressionless as she stood beside his feet. The other person still did not move. In her heart, she already had complicated feelings for the other person, at this moment she said to the other person even more uncomfortably: 'How long do you want to sleep?" She asked coldly, a quiet room without a sound, but the other person curled up even tighter. 'Hey. Wake up." In an instant, anger flared up, she squatted down and pushed him away.

This time…

Ashley's expression changed, she quickly reached out to touch his forehead, under her hand, it was burning hot. In an instant, a sense of panic came from somewhere, she quickly went to find the source of the heat.

 'Milan, wake up, wake up." She patted his cheek, who only then opened his eyes in a daze, opened his eyes and the first thing he said was, 'Ashley, go cook noodles."

'Damn it." Ashley rarely said rude words in her heart. With a cold face, she stuffed the thermometer into his armpit, but the other person was determined not to cooperate.

She immediately threatened: 'If you don't let me measure your armpit, I'll measure it rectally."

Only then did he raise his hand, letting her stuff the thermometer into his armpit.

Without thinking, there was no need to measure the thermometer, the other person already had a high fever.

After a while, she took out the thermometer, and as soon as she saw the temperature on it, her hand trembled, almost throwing the thermometer away.

In a panic, she quickly used her trembling arm to reach for the phone on the dressing table: 'Jerome, hurry up, quickly bring Mr. John here."

 On the other end of the line, Jerome heard her panic, but his doctor had already said that her condition had improved. So he said, "You still have to stay home today, and get another day of IV fluids?"

"It's not me." Her voice trembled: "It's him, he has a fever, of 41.2of degrees."

On the other end, Jerome shouted: "Wait, I'll call the doctor right away."

A day passed like a year, the person only woke up for a moment and then continued to be unconscious.

She didn't know why she was so panicked at this moment, he was still lying on the ground, she wanted to wake the person up, "Wake up, wake up, Milan, wake up, don't sleep."

The person "Um" ed,  but didn't open his eyes, looking at her messy hair, he must be very uncomfortable.

She looked at him, without hesitation, gritted her teeth, flipped the blanket that was covering him, squatted down, lifted his hand, and, wanted to pull him onto the bed. The structure of the human body was really strange, when she was still slightly conscious, a woman could hardly support a tall man, but when he was unconscious, his whole body was like a large block of iron, even heavier. 

The girl gritted her teeth, sweat as big as beans appeared on her forehead, her and legs trembled, she tried to support the man, almost using all her strength, finally pushing him onto the bed. 

She waited for a long time, pacing back and forth in the room, very worried. Why so slow, why not here yet, why so long? 

While she was still worried, Jerome rushed over. 

Doctor John walked into the bedroom, and she and Jerome stood next to him. 

'41 degrees 2, quickly bring my medicine box over here." 

This time he was prepared.  After Jerome told him the situation, he used the fastest speed to bring the medicine that he thought could be used. Doctor John's face was always very gentle, but now it was more serious than ever. Jerome did not say a word and immediately turned back to get the medicine box. 

He trusted Doctor John very much, Doctor John was so serious, then Milan's condition at this time must be very serious. 

Fortunately, there was no convulsion yet. 

Doctor John finished everything, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead. Jerome looked at the pile of blankets on the floor, then raised his head to look at Ashley for a while, but did not say anything. 

Although he did not blame her, Ashley seemed to know her mistake and turned away. 

After a while of struggling, Jerome and Doctor John could not stay here for too long anyway, so two left, Milan's body temperature also decreased a little, Doctor John said, if his body temperature still does not decrease, we must take him to the hospital. 

 Jerome and she both panicked. 

Milan like this, not is suitable to appear in S city, fortunately, this person has always been healthier than ordinary people, even physically healthier than ordinary people. 

Body temperature dropped to 38.5 degrees, when the sun set, Ashley sat on one side looking at the work report that Selma sent, the cooperation with Kane's side will officially start next week. 

While thinking about Kane, the phone suddenly rang, it was an unknown number. 

"Ashley, thirsty." 

She was startled, her finger had already pressed down to answer the call. 

Ashley quickly raised her hand to cover his lips. 

It was Kane. 

"Ashley, what's that noise on the other side?" 

"Nothing, I'm watching TV, I'm turning it off now. Mr. Kane, what's the matter?"

It was already dark at this hour, she couldn't think of anything so urgent that this person would personally call her at this hour.

'So you were watching TV, I went to the company to find you, your assistant Selma said you were sick. Are you feeling better now?"

'Thank you for your concern, Kane, I'm much better."

She lowered her head in thought, and said without really paying attention: 'Kane, did you get my phone number from Selma?"

'Yes, I heard you were sick, I'm very worried about you." He was still as calm as usual, not beating around the bush.

It was just like this person's personality, always straightforward. Just like that year, even though she was unhappy, she still had to say it. She didn't need to know what this person's motive was, but he had already expressed his intentions in front of her. She didn't think too long before deciding to speak up: "If it's convenient for Mr. Kane, can you tell me about the inside story of Patterson Corporation? The issue that Mr. Kane mentioned in the previous meeting, where did you hear about it?"