Chapter 113 He's like a sissy

"I'm going to stay here for a few days until my fever clears up."

He said it with a straight face.

"Carter, so you're not going to ask me what I want to do? You're just

going to decide whether I agree or not?"

See, he still does.

Camille felt both helpless and tired.

Carter said, "Camille, I'm still running a fever and you're going to let me

go back to live alone? Who's going to find out if I get a fever in the

middle of the night and I'm unconscious? Or do you think it doesn't

matter if I have a life-threatening infection? If that's the case then I'll

leave right away. I know I'm disturbing your calmness now, so I'll go

back to live at the Simpson's manson, and grandpa won't blame you if

he knows why."

"That's enough." Camille had no choice but to drink to stop him from

going on, just couldn't listen anymore.

It's just a fever, how can it be a life-threatening infection?

Besides, how is Hanyama Manson the only one?

There is still Kit and some maids at home.

Forget it, she did not want to continue to say anything, let him go, who

let him is in the apartment she rented fever.

Camille picked up her phone and turned around to go back to her room,

so she didn't even notice that at the moment she turned around, the

corners of the man's thin lips hooked up in a shallow smile of triumph,

the arc is very shallow and shallow, if you don't look closely you won't

even notice.

Kian quickly sent over clothes and computers, and was sent away by

Carter without even entering the door.

He hogged the couch in the living room to work, and Camille didn't

bother him, changing her clothes before getting ready to go out: "I'm

going to go to the construction site, you remember to take your

medication.”

Carter wrinkled his brow with a few moments of displeasure, "You left

me here alone?"

"So I'll take you back to Hanyama Manson? Or have Kian come over

and keep you company?”

Her words were indifferent without much expression.

Carter didn't say another word with a sullen face, then watched her out

the door.

Camille does not know how to become such with Carter, originally

intended to be their temporary separation for a period of time, and after

he cooled down will be willing to divorce, after all, Eileen is not waiting

for him to marry it?

But now that he's at the door and refuses to leave, she's really getting

confused about what his heart is thinking.

Will he really move out if he doesn't have a fever anymore?

Camille shook her head thinking about the headache, she drove to the

construction site, the progress is fast, the exterior of the office building

has been perfected, the next is the interior layout.

Camille surveyed all the details of the site and the loopholes that would

appear, and this was so busy that she lost track of time until 6:30 pm.

Mr. Moss said, "Let's have dinner together?"

She looked at the time on her phone, then said, “You guys eat, I have

other things to do."

"Then I won't keep you, or Mr. Simpson will screw me over."

Mr. Moss half-joked, since knowing that Camille is Carter's wife his

boss's wife, Mr. Moss heart is also a little afraid, after all, he had

messed up the love birds, but fortunately Camille does not care about

these, what to do or what to do.

Camille wasn't going to cook tonight and went straight to Darkmoor to

pack a meal.

It was 7:30 when she got back to her apartment. It was dark outside

and the house was dim, with no lights on.

Camille turned on the lights and swept around, the living room was

empty, the heart was also instantly empty, if not to see his shoes still

lying in the foyer, she would have thought he had left.

Camille put down the meal and pushed open the bedroom door, she

caught a glimpse of the figure rumbling on the bed, she turned on the

bedroom wall light and walked over to the bed and whispered, "Carter?

Get up and eat.”

Carter's brow was furrowed, a handsome face looked very pale,

Camille reached out and touched him, and the fever was back.

She rushed to wake the man up and then put him on antipyretic

medicine.

Camille said, "Why don't I go with you to the hospital?"

"No need."

"You repeatedly fever will really cause infection, go to the hospital to

see a hanging injection can be faster.”

"Do you not want to take care of me? Want me desperately out of your

sight?"

He frowned, his voice was hoarse to the extreme, his tone sounded a

few aggrieved murmurs, the pair of deep eyes do not know if it was an

illusion, Camille always felt with a hint of red.

Camille froze slightly, and while it was true that she didn't want him to

live here, it hadn't occurred to her not to take care of him.

But Camille didn't say anything, just looked at him and said in a low

voice: “If you don't go to the hospital, then let the doctor come over and

give you a hangnail, otherwise the continuous fever will cause

inflammation of the lungs.”

"Then get Dr. Ellis over here."

He finished lightly and closed his eyes again.

Camille walked out of the bedroom to call Dr. Ellis, who arrived in about

half an hour.

As Carter lay in bed looking weak and uninspired, Dr. Ellis gave him a

brief examination and then said, "Get some rest and drink plenty of

water.”

"So there's nothing wrong, right? It should get better soon, right?"

Camille asked with concern.

Dr. Ellis nodded, then looked to the man in bed, "Get up and eat

something, or you'll really have to get an IV if you don't have

resistance.”

Carter didn't move, just gave Dr. Ellis a faint Ni glance and said in an

unkind tone, "Uncle Gu, do you think I look like nothing is wrong? This

is the second recurring fever from last night to now."

Carter's face was not good, and his eyes were flooded with

displeasure.

Camille hurriedly said, "Dr. Ellis you do not mind, Carter is not feeling

well mood a little restless."

“It's okay." Dr. Ellis, who grew up watching Carter, naturally knew what

he meant by this look, and then said to Camille, "Why don't you get him

a glass of warm water and take his medicine?"

"Good." Camille looked at Carter then went out to pour water.

After Camille walked out of the bedroom, Dr. Ellis then asked, “Carter,

what do you have in mind?"

"What?"

“Your grandfather mentioned to me about introducing Camille to

Nicholas, and I haven't mentioned it on Nicholas’ side, but you know

that Sham has been obedient since he was a child, and if I ask, he will

consider it."

Carter sulked, he said lightly, "Camille and I are not divorced, you can

talk to Nicholas if you don't want him to be guilty of interfering in

someone else's marriage.”

Dr. Ellis laughed: "Carter, are you not going to get a divorce now? So

you're purposely not taking your medication just to get Camille's

attention and care? "

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

"OK, you do not know, I talk too much, but no matter how you think in

your heart should take into account to take into account your

grandfather's body, the old Simpson older, body bones have long been

less than before, now although nothing too big problems, but also can

not be taken lightly."

As Dr. Ellis’ words fell, Camille also came in with a glass of water.

Dr. Ellis looked at Camille: "You take care of Carter's medication, it's

getting late, I'll go back too, just make sure he takes his medication on

time."

"I'l drive you."

Camille hurriedly put down her glass of water.

Dr. Ellis waved his hand, "No, you take care of Carter."

After Dr. Ellis left, the atmosphere in the apartment was quiet again.

Carter leaned on the bed, handsome face slightly light without much

expression and emotion, deep eyes floating with thick black ink.

Camille stared at him with downcast eyes and said, "Take your

medicine.”

Carter took a moment to reach out and take it, then glanced faintly at

Camille: "I'm hungry."

"Well, I packed Darkmoor's meal, do you want to eat now? Shall I bring

it in for you or go out to eat?"

"Eat here."

"Good."

With that, Camille left the bedroom once again.

Carter looked at the palm of the medicine pellets, the pair of deep eyes

slightly narrowed, then pulled aside the drawer with a tissue wrapped

into the most inside.

He was tilting his head back to drink when Camille came in, and when

he finished, she said, "Dr. Ellis says you have to eat to be resistant, so

you should eat more."

Carter mmms, then finishes the bowl of rice and the bow! of vegetables

that Camille brings in.

I thought this would slowly get better, but in the middle of the night he

had a fever again.

His body was as hot as a furnace, and Camille forced him to take his

medicine, but he grabbed Camille's hand and swatted it away, then

said, "I'm hot, so you rub my body."