Chapter 332

"Are you awake?" A familiar voice suddenly came from beside her.

Calla turned her head and saw Pierre sitting by her bedside, smiling.

"What... are you doing here?" Calla struggled to sit up.

Pierre quickly helped her raise the bed and placed a pillow behind her back.

"You had a high fever and were convulsing. It's a good thing I got here early; otherwise, it could have been much worse." Pierre sighed as he sat down.

Hearing this, Calla lowered her head and tried to recall the earlier incident. She remembered trembling from a high fever. She had also taken some fever-reducing medicine. However, she couldn't remember what happened after that. It seemed she had passed out from the fever.

Looking up at Pierre, who had once again saved her, she thought about how she might not have made it this time if it weren't for him.

Why was it that she and Pierre seemed to cross paths every time? No matter how much she tried to avoid him, he always appeared just when she needed help. Could he