In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 166

“Frances!”

I try to call out to him again, but he is still frozen like a statue.

At that moment, a thought occurs to me. Is he dead for some reason?

“Frances, don’t scare me like that.”

I go over and lie on top of him while sticking my ear to his chest. When I hear a throbbing not far away, my worried heart can finally relax.

“Get off me. Even if I’m not dead, I will be dead because of your weight.”

Frances complains in a low voice, but I can sense a fatigue in his voice.

Besides, even though he’s wearing something, I can feel that his body temperature is abnormally high.

Why is his body scorching like he is shrouded in flames?

I touch his forehead, and it is as hot as touching a boiling kettle.

“You have high fever.”

I disclose the news to him worriedly.

Frances lifts his eye lids as he shoots a glance at me, “I only realize today that you really like to be on top.”

Likes being on top?

Since I am not a pure and innocent girl anymore, I immediately understand his meaning. I clamber down from him while muttering, “You’re so sick right now but you still can crack useless jokes.”

Frances lets out a weak laugh before shutting his eyes again.

This is the first time I am seeing him like this, and admittedly I am a little worried.

While ignoring his massive frame, I help him to get off the bed with all my might and hold him while heading outside.

I don’t know whether his car is parked outside. I can only try to hail a taxi for now.

“Sir, send us to the hospital.”

I say worriedly.

Frances shakes his head in disapproval, “I won’t go to the hospital.”

“Why? Are you afraid of getting injection like Steven?”

I just simply blurt out these words, yet Frances suddenly glares at me with his eyes widened, “Never bring up Steven’s name in front of me.”

He’s so sick right now yet he still have the energy to be angered. I am really impressed by his tenacity!

However, I stop saying anything. Since I can handle helping him reduce his fever, I decide to bring him home for now.

Frances hasn’t eaten anything yet, and I can’t just shove some medicine into his stomach like that. I hastily prepare a hot milk and feed him with great difficulty before feeding him some medicine that can help him decrease the temperature.

I place an ice pack on his forehead but it seems that his fever is still persisting stubbornly.

“It’s cold.”

Frances lets out a mumble, and he is all curled up into a ball.

It’s rare to see him in such weakened state, so I immediately produce my phone to take some photos for my own amusement in the future.

However, my phone is suddenly snatched away by Frances and he deletes all the photos in an instant.

I am quite baffled by his reaction. His eyes are shut, yet he somehow knows that I am taking photos of him.

The next second, I suddenly lurch forward as he pulls me onto the bed and keeping me stuck to his smoldering body.

He is so hot right now, so why did he claim that he is cold?

However, he is indeed shivering at the moment. It doesn’t seem like he is just pretending.

I have no other way besides letting him hug me like that, although the temperature surrounding me is too high for my comfort.

Just when I almost pass out due to the heat, Frances starts to undress himself.

This is crazy. Is this illness-stricken man still thinking about that sort of thing even if he is in so much agony?

“What are you doing? Calm down now.”

I try to stop him.

He starts to undress me too while I’m saying that.

“Frances, please stop. Can you only think about other things after your fever has recovered?” I scold him vehemently.

However, even though Frances is besieged by illness, I am still no match in terms of strength. I can only watch him removing all of my clothes.

His scorching skin is now directly in contact with mine, which makes me feel even hotter and suffocating.