Chapter 135

The kitchen was cramped.

The air was filled with Liam Sullivan's distinct masculine scent.

Vivian Bennett's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She subtly shifted her body toward the counter.

Liam Sullivan retrieved a thermal flask.

He then took an empty cup.

He poured half a cup of hot water first.

Then he added half a cup of mineral water.

The temperature was just right.

He directly brought the cup to her lips.

Vivian Bennett was taken aback.

She reached out and took the cup.

She tilted her head back and drank the warm water in one gulp.

The dryness in her throat was finally soothed.

Her head still felt heavy.

She turned to return to the bedroom.

After taking just two steps.

Everything suddenly went black.

Her body was abruptly suspended in the air.

Her consciousness completely faded.

When she woke again, the sunlight was harsh.

Vivian Bennett struggled to open her eyes.

Her entire body felt scorching hot, as if burning.

Her limbs were weak and limp.

A deep voice sounded in her ear. "You're awake?"

Liam Sullivan was sitting by the bed.

She frowned. "Why are you still here?"

He had stayed from last night until this morning.

Liam Sullivan's gaze was profound. "If I left, who would take care of you?"

Vivian Bennett was stunned.

He needed to take care of her?

"Your fever reached 39 degrees," he said gravely.

Vivian Bennett finally realized she had a fever.

No wonder she felt so awful.

She had rarely gotten sick since leaving the White family.

This time, Zachary Hudson had really worn her out.

"Did I faint last night?"

Liam Sullivan nodded.

He handed her a glass of warm water.

His palm pressed against her forehead. "The fever has broken."

His tone carried a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

Vivian Bennett took a small sip of water.

"You should go attend to your work."

She knew his duties were demanding.

He must have many matters to handle after just returning to the country.

"Sleep a little longer," he coaxed in a low voice.

Vivian Bennett was indeed utterly exhausted.

Her eyelids were too heavy to keep open.

She stopped overthinking and sank into a deep sleep.