"You don't need to worry. I'm okay.""Mr. Walker, you have a fever this high and you're still coherent—that's impressive!"Luke: "..."I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a faint smile playing on Luke's lips.Was he delirious from the fever?Seeing how carelessly he treated his health, I felt frustrated and opened my mouth, ready to scold him. But when I saw his flushed face, I couldn't go through with it. Instead, I softened my tone. "Close your eyes and rest for a bit. I'll wake you when we get to the hospital."Luke responded with a quiet "mm."I drove him to the nearest hospital, and by the time I parked the car, he had already opened his eyes, even though I hadn't said anything.His eyes were even redder than before. "You didn't sleep?""I was afraid if I fell asleep, you wouldn't be able to wake me, and you'd get worried."Luke unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door. His fever had clearly weakened him, making him unsteady as he leaned against the car for suppor
A puppy... Luke as a puppy...The thought completely surprised me, and I couldn't help but laugh at myself. If Luke ever found out what I was thinking, he'd probably strangle me.I wanted to suggest he lie down while getting the IV, thinking it'd be more comfortable given his fever. But the way he looked at me left me feeling strangely compelled, so instead, I nodded and said, "We'll head home once the IV is done."Luke seemed satisfied with that, and a slight smile flickered across his face, disappearing before I could fully register it.After asking the doctor for directions, I helped Luke into the elevator and down to the infusion room on the first floor. There were only a few people getting IVs at this hour. Luke's legs were weak, so I guided him to a seat near the door.Even with a high fever, Luke's composure was remarkable. He showed no signs of discomfort, sitting there casually, with a hint of laziness—just like he always did. If it weren't for the flushed color of his fa
The Walker family is complicated. Just dealing with Mrs. Walker has been overwhelming enough. After one failed marriage, I’m past the age of throwing myself into love without thinking. At the very least, I know what should and shouldn’t be done.But thinking this didn’t stop the ache in my chest, as if something was gnawing away at me. It was the same feeling I had when I found out about Max’s betrayal.As I tried to steady my emotions, I suddenly felt a weight on my shoulder—Luke had slumped slightly, leaning against me.My body went rigid, and I sat there, stiff as a board.After a while, Luke stayed in the same position, not moving an inch.I nudged him. "Luke..."He didn’t respond, his eyes still closed.He was asleep.Luke wasn’t exactly light, and after trying a few times to shift him, I gave up. Considering how many times he’s helped me, I figured I could let him rest on my shoulder for a bit.His hair brushed against my neck, tickling me slightly. I turned my head to
I decided to wait until after his fever had completely broken and he was back to normal before bringing up my resignation.“Here’s your medication,” I said, handing the bag of medicine to Luke.He glanced at me with tired eyes as I started the car.Luke was exhausted, and on the way home, he kept his eyes closed the entire time. When we arrived, he got out of the car and said, “Get some rest.”“You still have a fever. I’ll stay and take care of you tonight—double the overtime pay,” I teased, opening the door and stepping into his yard before he could respond.Doggo, who had been playing in the yard, ran toward me excitedly, wagging his tail and pawing at me in greeting. Goofy, more composed, walked over to Luke and followed him at a respectful distance.“Doggo, you've been hanging around Goofy for so long, and you still haven’t learned to be calm and mature?”I laughed at my own words, but the smile quickly faded as I realized how much I was like Doggo. Despite being around Luke
Images of Luke standing by the door, his eyes hazy from the fever, drifted through my mind. He seemed less aloof, more vulnerable, and his lack of common sense in situations like this made me uneasy about leaving him alone. I stroked Doggo’s soft fur, the sensation easing some of my anxiety.After setting Doggo down, I went to the guest room, washed up, and lay in bed. Luke’s fever hadn’t fully broken, so I set an alarm to check his temperature in an hour.When the alarm rang, I hesitated briefly outside his door, hand raised to knock. Instead, I quietly twisted the handle—the door wasn’t locked.The soft click of the door made Luke jolt awake. His eyes were sharp at first, but relaxed when he saw me. “Why aren’t you asleep?”“I’m here to check your temperature.”I had been as quiet as possible, yet even while feverish, he was so alert. Later, I would learn this hyper-awareness stemmed from his childhood trauma.“Thanks,” he said, his voice low.I held the thermometer to his for
Before I hurt my wrist, I used to work out with Luke and left a few changes of clothes in the guest room, which came in handy today. When Marianne saw me at the top of the stairs, she immediately showed concern. “Ms. Middleton, your health comes first. Your wrist is still injured—you can take a break from exercising for a few days.”“Mr. Walker had a fever last night.” Exercise was the last thing on my mind. To be honest, as someone with little enthusiasm for working out, I was happy to use my wrist injury as an excuse to skip training altogether.“Mr. Walker used to be in perfect health! Why’s he been getting sick so often lately? It couldn’t be...” Marianne quickly shook her head and spat on the ground, scolding herself. “I shouldn’t be talking nonsense first thing in the morning.”“There’s no need to worry, Marianne. He got sick because he took a cold shower.”“He’s been taking cold showers for years! Why didn’t he get sick before?” Realizing her slip-up, she looked apologetic
This matter was something of an open secret in their social circle. Recently, Luke had hinted during the interview that he liked someone. Mrs. Walker had initially wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to announce Luke's "engagement," but she feared he might refuse to play along, embarrassing her and making her family the laughingstock of their social circle."If Mrs. Walker already has someone in mind, why is she trying to matchmake with the Smith family?"What game was Mrs. Walker playing?I couldn't figure it out for the life of me."She didn't specify whether she meant me or Jenny," Wendy scoffed. "Yesterday, when those two heard Mrs. Walker was visiting the Smiths, they got all dolled up. Mrs. Walker kept complimenting them and even gave Jenny an expensive antique bracelet before she left.""..." Mrs. Walker loved to win people over, always seeming to have a gift at the ready. Suddenly, it dawned on me. "Is she trying to drive a wedge between you, Sarah, and her daught
Jon felt uneasy and scared in the unfamiliar environment. To help him cooperate with the medical examination, Stephen took the initiative to contact Penelope.The three of them, along with Annette, were on their way to the hospital.I informed Wendy of the situation."Looks like it's time for her backburner guy to shine," Wendy remarked.Me: ...As it was time for Wendy to start work, we ended our call.I called Penelope back.Amidst the commotion on the other end, Joey's voice rang out, "Who told you to bring him here? His health is fragile, and I won't allow him to do a bone marrow match for me!"Joey was agitated. "Take him home right now!"Joey was relatively polite to Annette, who tried to calm her down. "Ms. Parker, Jon is in good health. If the compatibility test is successful...""He won't be compatible with me!" Joey's temper had worsened since learning about her serious illness.After speaking, she noticed everyone staring at her and looked away. "All of you, get o