Chapter 57

She couldn't believe that such words would come from the mouth of the domineering and gruff Ronan. He seemed like a pitiful puppy waiting for its owner, fearing abandonment.

With a slight curve of her lips, she said, "I'll be back soon."

Ronan let out a soft hum without saying anything further.

Lyra left with the tray and hurriedly returned. Finding Ronan still lying motionless, she carefully took his temperature.

38.9°C!

Ronan's fever was subsiding.

I am seeing him sweaty and flushed.

This sickly appearance truly subverted his previous dominant image.

After taking his temperature, Lyra was about to leave when she suddenly heard Ronan's muffled voice, "Where are you going now?"

He spoke as if she might run away at any moment as long as he wasn't watching her.

This was indeed a good opportunity for her to escape.

But this thought merely flickered through Lyra's mind.

"I'm not going anywhere, just sitting here. You rest obediently!" She said softly and sat down on a nearby chair.

Ronan