If You Want Me

It was so uncomfortable.

Debbie had always been at ease since she came. Now what she couldn't bear the most was the dryness in her throat, which made her feel uncomfortable even if she turned over.

As soon as she moved her fingers slightly, she was held by the man who was sitting on the chair and sleeping soundly. The man was a little restless in sleep. He frowned and comforted her. "It's okay. It's almost done."

His tone was relaxed and comforting.

"Baron..."

Tears welled up in Debbie's eyes. She didn't understand why this man could do this. Didn't he have the old love that he couldn't forget? How could he care about her so much?

She was really thirsty. Even if she had tears, she couldn't really cry in the end. Debbie felt more uncomfortable and finally fell asleep after groaning a few times.

She squinted her eyes and it was already eight o'clock when she woke up again.

The sun shone on her at eight o'clock in the morning. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Consuela, who was carrying a basket of fruits. She was out of breath as if she had just rushed over from somewhere.

"Oh, what a coincidence! I happened to come across you and you woke up. How are you feeling now? Are you still uncomfortable? Well, your fever has gone down a lot. Why don't you speak? Are you fooled because of the fever? A fever of more than 40 degrees Celsius can indeed burn an adult. "

Looking at the woman and listening to her words, Debbie frowned and raised her hand to measure the temperatures of the two women's foreheads. Then she looked at her up and down, as if she wanted to find out what was wrong with her.

"Water..."

Patting her thigh, Consuela rushed out of the ward. "I thought you were too excited to say anything!"

She hadn't brought a glass of water with her. Debbie raised her hand and wanted to stop her to take the cup out, but she didn't have time to say anything because she ran faster than a dog.

She had no choice but to let go of her when she ran out.

When Consuela ran

ow too much about their emotional problems. It was easy to bring her own subjective emotions, which would affect the authorities if they talked nonsense.

Looking at the open window and the glass on the bedside table, Debbie asked in a calm voice, "Consuela, is he outside the ward now?"

"I don't know," said Consuela awkwardly.

She liked to blink when she spoke. Although she was peeling an apple with her head down, her movements were somewhat clumsy. From Debbie's point of view, she could see that when she lowered her head, her eyelashes were trembling like a butterfly that was about to open its wings.

With such a fast action, how could she deceive her?

Debbie pursed her lips and tried to force a smile, but in the end, she returned to calm. She quietly looked at Consuela, who was still trying to peel the apple, and didn't know how long she had failed.

"Consuela, what do you think I will get if I go out now and ask him?"

Consuela stopped peeling the apple. In fact, she wanted to ask what had happened between them. But when she saw that Debbie was as pale as a ghost after the high fever, she swallowed the words in the end.

She asked weakly, "Debbie, are you okay?"

Most of her thoughts were hidden in her eyes, but she didn't want to look into her eyes at all. In the end, she had no choice but to lower her head.