Chapter 482
Sweet Subterfuge
Chapter 482
Dylan and Kevan had known each other for over a decade, but this was the first time Oylar had seen him in such a sorry state.
in Dylanâs memory, Kevan was always calm and composed. No matter what challenges he laced, he was unshakable.
Naturally, Dylan knew how close Kevan was to his grandfather, allowing him to empathize with Kevanâs overwhelming emotions.
In the end. Dylan stopped trying to advise Kevan. He could only look on helplessly as Kevan drank himself into a stupor and blacked out
on the sofa.
As Kevan was tall and well-built, it was impossible for
Dylan to carry him out on his own. Furthermore, he was completely unconscious.
Dylan asked the staff to bring in some blankets so that they could spend the night in the private room.
The shock cl Rolandâs death was too great, causing Kevan to suddenly develop a high lever in the middle of the right.
He started speaking incoherently, mumbling his grandfatherâs and Larissaâs names with an anguished expression on his face as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Dylan was worried about Kevan, and he was a Fight sleeper, to begin with,
Awakened by Kevanâs mumbling. Dylan couldnât help but leal a pang of sadness and helplessness when he saw Kevan sullering from grief rurn in his sleep.
He was so distraught, and yet Dylan couldnât do anything to help him.
At this critical juncture. Kevan definitely couldnât go to the hospital
The cun ning relatives of the Rogers family would be able to guess that he fell sick due to the aftershock of Rolandâs death.
Dylan asked the staff for some paracetamol and a bucket of ice. After giving Kevar the medication, he used the ice to cool his body down and bring down his body temperature.
It wasnât until four or five in the morning when Kevan finally fell asleep and stopped mumbling incoherently.
Dylan sat down, feeling drained. He was already exhausted, but he couldnât fall asleep no maller what.
He sent a mess
a message to a doctor he knew asking him to come over as soon as p
as possible with some medical supplies.
With Kevanâs condition, he needed heavier medicine to finally put Dylanâs mind at ease.
Kevanâs biological clock was sill working well even though he was completely drunk.
The next morning, he opened his eyes at 8 am sharp,
His throbbing head tell as if it was going to explode and it seemed like there was a line burning in his chest, making Kevan thirst for water to quench the heat.
Kewan lilted his hand and saw an IV dilp and needle liked securely to the back of his hand with tape.
Dylan had not moved an inch from Kevanâs side since last night.
When he saw that Kevan was finally awake, he reminded him, âDonât move so that you donât dislodge the needle accidentally.â
Kevan obediently laid down and asked in a hoa rse voice, âWhat happened last night?â
Probably due to drinking too much alcohol in such a short Lime, his throat felt parched and dry.
Speaking was uncomfortable and hurt his throat.
âYou had a trally bad lever. It was as high as 103 degrees last night. I told you to not drink so much, but you wouldnât stent Dylan said. feeling it at ease.
Kavanâs headache worsened when he heard Dylanâs nagging.
âThatâs enough.â he interrupted Dylan. âPour me a glass of water.â
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Kevan sat up and leaned against the back of the sofa to drink, however, the cup slipped from his hands as he was still groggy from the
high fever,
Most of the water spilled on his clothes and on the sofa.
Dylan cursed and grabbed some tissues to dry Revanâs clothes for him, but Kevan stopped him midway
âI do it myself,â Kevan said calmly.