Chapter 6

"Could you please have someone bring me some medicine? I think I have a fever," Molly said, followed by several sharp coughs.

Edward didn't respond, coldly turning to leave.

Edward's indifferent demeanor pierced Molly's heart. She felt miserable, tears welling up in her eyes as they spilled down her cheeks, mixed with grief.

A few minutes later, a housekeeper entered with a medical kit, Edward standing beside her with an indifferent expression, his tall, imposing figure commanding attention.

A flash of surprise crossed Molly's eyes. This man finally showed a shred of conscience, not abandoning her completely.

Just as she felt a touch of gratitude, Edward's words pulled her back to reality. "Give her some cold medicine. Don't let her die here."

The housekeeper was momentarily stunned, then stiffly nodded, rummaging through the medical kit before preparing a cup of powdered medicine.

The pungent medicinal smell immediately filled her nostrils. Molly wrinkled her nose, her voice thick with congestion, "It smells awful."

"Drink it," Edward commanded harshly, without a trace of gentleness.

Ignoring Edward's disgusted look, Molly pinched her nose and lifted the cup, intending to gulp it down in one go.

The moment her tongue touched the medicine, a bitter taste spread across her lips.

"It's so bitter," Molly complained, sticking out her tongue in distaste, then lifted her chin to direct hopeful eyes toward Edward.

Perhaps sensing her gaze, Edward instinctively looked in her direction.

"Edward, could you feed it to me?" she cooed sweetly, a faint smile spreading across her weary face, filled with a sense of fragility.

Edward's expression darkened like storm clouds upon hearing this, his cold voice responding, "No."

"But I don't have the strength, and this medicine tastes horrible."

She tried to persuade him gently, attempting to awaken even a sliver of compassion in Edward's heart, but it felt like a futile effort.

"Fine, fine, I'll drink it myself."

Molly looked pained as she pinched her nose and attempted to drink the medicine again. After just one sip, her chest heaved violently as she rejected the medication, coughing several times in succession.

Hearing her coughs, Edward's frown deepened.

"Shut up."

Molly bit her lip, her voice muffled, "I don't want to either. This medicine tastes awful. I have to drink it bit by bit or I'll cough."

"Edward, please feed me. If you feed me, I won't cough."

Such a troublemaker. Edward took the cup from her hands, picked up the spoon from the table, and scooped out medicine to feed into her mouth.

Drinking the medicine Edward fed her, Molly finally felt less miserable.

She pressed her lips together and said, "The medicine you feed me really does taste better."

Edward remained silent, simply continuing to feed her the medicine.

Usually, she acted so smug and pleased with herself, but when she was sick, she was strangely endearing.

"If you can't handle it, go to the hospital."

"Some medicine should do the trick." Her body wasn't so fragile that a simple cold required hospitalization.

The medicine worked quickly. Molly felt her eyelids growing heavy, sank back down, wrapped herself in the blanket with only her head peeking out, and said drowsily, "I need to rest."

"You really have made yourself at home here," Edward said through gritted teeth.

Molly lacked the energy to argue, wanting only to sleep well.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, it was afternoon.

She'd expected to feel better after taking the medicine, but instead felt even more exhausted.

Every bone in her body felt like it had been disassembled and reassembled, causing her extreme discomfort.

"Water, I need water," Molly mumbled, her throat so tight that she could barely make a sound.

She struggled to sit up, accidentally knocking over a glass bottle beside her. The sound of shattering glass attracted Edward, who happened to be passing by.

Edward entered the room, unable to see the situation clearly, only hearing Molly's pained voice, "Edward, I feel terrible. I need water."

What a nuisance.

The moment her parched lips received moisture, Molly felt reborn.

After a quiet moment, Molly held the thermometer Edward had given her in her mouth. When she saw the alarming 103°F reading, she realized how serious her illness was.

No wonder she felt so dizzy.

"The doctor will be here soon."

As he finished speaking, there was a knock at the door. The Howard family's private physician entered, walking straight to Edward.

"103°F fever. She's been burning up all morning. Treat her."

The doctor approached, conducted a simple examination of Molly's body, and determined she had caught a cold due to exposure.

"You took the wrong medicine. I'll prescribe something else for you."

After writing his medical orders, the doctor carefully reminded Edward, "Mrs. Howard's health isn't good. She probably shouldn't try to conceive for the next few days."

Molly lowered her eyelashes. This doctor was quite thorough in his considerations.

"Alright, you can go now," Edward said flatly.

After the doctor left, the air fell into brief silence again.

Edward stood towering above her while she sat upright on the bed, creating a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Molly clutched her stomach—she hadn't used the bathroom all day and was reaching her limit.

She looked up. Having already troubled Edward all day, if she asked him to carry her to the bathroom now, she didn't know how he'd mock her.

Better forget it.

She threw off the blanket and struggled to get up from the bed, her body trembling like a building about to collapse.

Just as she was about to steady herself on the floor, her legs suddenly gave out, and she fell straight toward Edward, knocking him to the ground.

The bitter medicinal scent mingled with Edward's woody fragrance.

Molly's palms pressed against the soft carpet, the heat from her lips making her heart skip a beat. Warm breath brushed against her flushed cheeks as she heard Edward's muffled grunt beneath her.

By the time she realized what she had landed on, it was too late.

She pounced on Edward's lips like a hungry tiger."Let me explain—I didn't do it on purpose."

Molly felt like dying. Just as she tried to explain to Edward, she accidentally pressed her hand against his chest.

This was it. Now she really couldn't explain herself.

At this moment, Edward's eyes burned with scorching fire, as if he wanted to devour her alive.