That night, your body felt feverish yet shivering uncontrollably. You tried to pull the blanket closer, but your body kept trembling. Your head felt heavy, your vision blurred, and your throat burned with dryness.

Sean, who had just stepped out of the bathroom, immediately sensed something was wrong. Without saying a word, he walked over and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. His brows furrowed, his expression turning serious and filled with worry. After checking your temperature, he realized you had a high fever—39.9°C.

Sean quickly left the room. Moments later, he returned with a glass of water and fever medicine. He carefully helped you sit up and guided you to take the medicine for your recovery. Then, with gentle movements, he placed a cool, damp cloth on your forehead, followed by your neck and wrists. His touch was so delicate, as if he were afraid of hurting you.You could see it in his eyes—a look he rarely showed, filled with care and genuine affection.

Just as you were about to close your eyes, you suddenly felt something warm enveloping you. Sean had climbed onto the bed, pulling you into his embrace. His warm chest became a resting place for your weary head, while his hand soothingly caressed your back.

"Sleep. I'll stay right here," he murmured softly, his voice gentler than usual.Then, he pressed a tender kiss to your temple. It was proof of his care, of how much he truly loved and cherished you as his wife.