Sabrina Hayes, in a daze, vaguely heard a sound and couldn’t help but look up.
It was only then that she realized there was soone in front of her.
The familiar handso face was almost within reach, the eyes as deep as night emitted a gentle gaze, completely different from the previous cold and aloof deanor.
He was still dressed in that sharp suit, which, upon closer inspection, was even more dignified and unparalleled, exuding extraordinary presence.
However, he no longer seed like an unattainable cold moon in the sky.
Perhaps feeling both physically and ntally uncomfortable, and with her head a muddled ss, she instinctively reached out to gently touch the man’s face.
Her fingertips felt unusually hot, and her voice was soft, muttering, "It’s more comfortable to look at like this."
Jasper Fitzgerald was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting her sudden action.
This touch... was a bit too intimate for the two of them!
Sabrina Hayes had always been very composed.
After returning to his senses, Jasper quickly and keenly sensed sothing.
He slightly furrowed his brows, raising his hand to touch her hand.
The temperature on the back of her hand was surprisingly hot.
He then used the back of his hand to touch her forehead, a scorching temperature once again transmitted to his touch.
"You... have a fever?"
Jasper Fitzgerald, shocked and doubtful, hurriedly supported her, "Can you stand steadily?"
Sabrina Hayes felt limp all over, sowhat powerless, her remaining consciousness instinctively responding, "I can..."
Although she said so, as soon as she straightened up, a spinning dizziness hit.
Her vision turned black, and she collapsed into his arms, completely losing consciousness.
Jasper Fitzgerald raised his hand to hold her tightly.
The small woman leaned in his embrace, breathing heavily, hot and rapid, her cheeks unnaturally flushed, brows tightly furrowed, looking quite uncomfortable.
His heart hung in suspense, quickly tightening his grip around her waist, ordering, "Nash Spencer, prepare the car!"
Nash Spencer dared not delay, quickly complying.
A few minutes later, the car was brought over.
Jasper Fitzgerald carried the person in his arms to the back seat.
As the car drove away, a few people gradually erged from inside the hotel.
These were the ones who ca out to follow Jasper Fitzgerald.
After all, being the main character of tonight’s banquet, his sudden departure worried the hosts about any potential issues.
To everyone’s surprise, they saw him leave, holding a woman in his arms.
Everyone was very astonished...
The Ninth Master of The Fitzgerald Family was known for being detached and keeping to himself, never showing a unique preference towards any woman—a fact widely recognized.
But just now, that wasn’t the case!
Such intimate body contact, he even carried her like a princess.
The Ninth Master... has a loved one???
While everyone remained surprised and uncertain, Jasper Fitzgerald was already heading straight to the hospital with Sabrina Hayes.
During the journey, Sabrina Hayes leaned against the man the entire ti, unconscious.
Jasper Fitzgerald furrowed his brow, feeling inexplicably agitated.
Having a fever like this, and yet she ca to find him, bringing a gift, without telling him.
If he could, he’d like to reprimand her a bit, but seeing her weak face, he couldn’t bear to.
Ultimately, he could only urge Nash Spencer, "Drive faster."
Nash Spencer, sensing his worry, naturally didn’t dare delay, striving to accelerate as fast as possible while ensuring safety.
Ten or so minutes later, the car finally arrived at the hospital.
Doctors from the private hospital under The Fitzgerald Family had already received notice, waiting at the entrance.
Upon arrival, imdiate examination and fever-reducing asures were administered to Sabrina Hayes.
After over half an hour of effort, a doctor ca to report, "This young lady suffers from exhaustion combined with a cold, causing the fever. It seems the fever has lasted a while without tily treatnt, and there’s also so low blood sugar...
The combination of these factors caused the fainting, but there is no danger; you can rest assured, it just needs the fever to subside."
Upon hearing this, Jasper Fitzgerald nodded, his tightly knit brow finally loosening a bit.
The doctor dared not further disturb and swiftly retreated!
Nash Spencer, putting away his phone on the side, said, "I just asked the hotel, Dr. Nash waited in the lobby for over an hour, that spot catches the wind, with guests coming and going, inevitably bringing in cold drafts, no wonder it’s this serious."
Jasper Fitzgerald’s gaze slightly darkened, "Which family owns the hotel? Such inflexible business practice, don’t go there next ti!"
His tone carried a hint of anger.
Nash Spencer lightly coughed, saying, "It’s The Quinlan Family’s property, indeed inflexible; later, I’ll inform Dylan Quinlan Young Master to instruct a restructuring."
Upon hearing it’s his friend’s family, Jasper Fitzgerald was still displeased but chose not to say more.
He simply pulled a chair next to the bed, sat down, and stared at the person on the bed.
Nash Spencer, observing his posture, feared he was waiting for Dr. Nash to wake up.
Thus, he suggested, "I’ll go buy so soup or light porridge and keep it warm. Once Dr. Nash wakes up later, having so will make her feel better."
Moreover, there are matters outside that need addressing.
The master had just made a brief appearance, and Dr. Nash appeared; regardless of their relationship, it’s not advisable to expose them under the eyes of Aethel’s public.
This place is deeper than Veridia.
Being watched isn’t a good thing!
Especially concerning the old master, if he finds out, who knows what he might do to Dr. Nash.
Therefore, tonight’s incident must be suppressed no matter what.
With this in mind, Nash Spencer quickly went out to handle the aftermath.
That night, Sabrina Hayes slept deeply, only barely reducing the fever by morning.
She sweated profusely, and upon opening her eyes, vaguely sensed sothing touching her face.
She focused to take a look.
The first thing she saw was a perfectly handso face.
It’s Jasper Fitzgerald!
He was attentively and gently wiping the sweat from her face with a warm towel.
Sabrina Hayes seed a bit slow to react, her expression stunned, trying to understand the situation before her.
Jasper Fitzgerald noticed, finally pausing his movent and asked, "Awake?"
Sabrina Hayes slowly returned to her senses and blinked, "Mr. Fitzgerald?"
"Yes."
Jasper Fitzgerald’s voice was low and gentle, "You had a fever and fainted at the hotel entrance, rember? How do you feel now? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"
With this reminder, the situation before losing consciousness gradually ca back to her.
She indeed saw him before fainting!
At that mont, she thought she was delusional from the fever, seeing illusions.
Unexpectedly, it was real.
So... when she touched his face, that was real too?
Sabrina Hayes realized belatedly, feeling embarrassed, and instinctively tried to get up from the bed, saying, "I rember, I’m not uncomfortable anymore, feeling much better, seems the fever broke... Sorry, did I cause you trouble?
I didn’t expect to have a fever, and didn’t bring dicine when going out, initially planned to leave once delivering the gift, even called for a cab..."
She spoke while glancing around, "This is... a hospital? You left the banquet and brought here?"
Jasper Fitzgerald squinted slightly, sensing that her tone and attitude seed to have returned to that initial politeness.
He felt so displeasure, yet patiently replied, "Yes, the server transferred the gift to , and I ca out to find you..."
Saying this, he seed to have held back for quite a while, before lightly flicking his finger against her forehead, "Miss Nash, has anyone told you that delivering presents personally shows sincerity? Where did you learn this habit of dropping things and bolting off?"
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