Chapter 1601: Chapter 1601: Delivering dicine
Gavin Graves spent a lot of effort on the Augustus Family, more than any previous romance ever required.
Even when marrying into the Richards Family, the bride cooperated unconditionally, requiring no worry from him.
Being neighbors certainly was convenient.
For example, he could claim a power outage at his place, knock on their door, and borrow a flashlight, and Mr. and Mrs. Augustus would always warmly entertain him.
Mr. Augustus said it was just a trip, told Gavin the location of the circuit breaker, and carefully taught him how to handle such situations. In the past, n in households would fix a bit of everything themselves — broken lamps, washing machines, fans, all tinkered with at ho — back then, there wasn’t the concept of ho repair services.
To thank the couple, Gavin would buy so fresh fruits and bring them over.
Noticing that Mrs. Augustus liked to nurture orchids, he sent over a few premium orchid pots, with the excuse that he couldn’t keep them alive himself.
Through these exchanges, the two families quickly beca familiar with each other.
Mr. and Mrs. Augustus began to greatly change their opinion of Gavin.
“Mr. Graves is wealthy yet has no air of superiority, a rare good man,” said Mr. Augustus.
“Indeed, and he has no temper at all, always cordial. Last ti when I brought him tofu pudding, I saw a lot of books at his house. People who love to read can’t be too bad,” Mrs. Augustus agreed.
“Yesterday after school, I saw he bought lots of cat food,” Bradley Augustus earnestly added, “He doesn’t even have a cat, yet he worries Octopus might go hungry when visiting him and prepared food intentionally, such kindness.”
Cherry wandered out of the room like a spirit, ignoring the family’s surprised looks, sleepily picked up a cup, filled it halfway with water, took a few sips, and then slowly returned to the room.
Mrs. Augustus worried about her, followed behind, and asked, “Why have you been so listless these days? Could it be you’re sick?”
Cherry snuggled into bed, wrapped herself in the blanket, and replied gloomily, “I don’t know…”
Mrs. Augustus reached out to feel her forehead, sowhat unsure, and then turned to the drawer to find a thermoter, “Recently, temperatures suddenly dropped, lots of people caught colds, even Mr. Graves next door has a bad fever and cough…”
Cherry forced her eyes open hearing this, “He’s sick?”
“Yes,” Mrs. Augustus found the thermoter, lifted Cherry’s arm, and tucked it under her armpit.
“Then I’ll bring him so dicine later.” Cherry murmured softly.
Mrs. Augustus chuckled, “Better take care of yourself first.”
After waiting for a while, she took out the thermoter to check, and said oddly, “The temperature is a bit high, but not to the point of fever… dicine is a bit toxic, I’ll make you so ginger tea, drink sothing warm, sweat it out, and it should be fine.”
Cherry thought about it, and then closed her eyes in weariness.
Sleeping in a daze, she vaguely felt soone help her sit up, feed her a few sips of water, sweet with a bit of a spicy taste.
Later when she woke again, it was already two in the morning.
She sat on the bed dazing for a while, feeling as if she had forgotten sothing…
…
…Oh!
She needed to bring Gavin Graves the cold dicine.
She rembered, rustled out of bed, draped on clothes, fetched a box of cold dicine from the drawer, and shuffled out in slippers groggily.
The family slept soundly, unaware.
Gavin was also deeply asleep, startled awake as the doorbell rang for a long ti, yet seeing no one through the peephole.
Confused, he suddenly heard Cherry softly call his na.
Gavin slightly startled, imdiately opened the door, and found Cherry squatting at his doorstep, partly closing her eyes, about to fall asleep.
“Cherry?”
“Why did you take so long to open the door…” she feebly complained, “My legs are numb from squatting…”
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