Chapter 66: Acting Spoiled, Taking Care
102.2 degrees Fahrenheit - a high fever! Jennifer stared at the thermometer reading, her eyes wide with shock. "Francis, what do you think your body is? You're running a high fever and still staying up late working!"
Francis actually laughed, his voice weak. "So it's a high fever. No wonder I have such a bad headache. I thought it was because those business partners were too stupid to understand what I was saying, and I got angry at them."
Jennifer wrinkled her nose at him. "You're not short on money, why push yourself so hard?" She poured a glass of water, carefully checked the recommended dosage on the fever reducer, and took out a pill for him.
Francis didn't take it. He hummed in a breathy voice, "Feed me, with your mouth."
Jennifer hesitated for a moment, but seeing that he insisted, she had no choice but to put the pill in his mouth herself, then took a sip of water to help him swallow it. Francis didn't obediently swallow it, instead pushing the pill between her lips. The white pill had a faint bitter taste. Jennifer anxiously used her tongue to push the pill back to him. After several rounds of this back and forth, Jennifer was almost in tears before Francis finally swallowed it.
Jennifer pushed him away, saying irritably, "You're sick and still thinking about teasing me. Why are you so bad?"
Francis held her, the back of his hand sliding down from the side of her neck. "Isn't that exactly what you like about me?" Jennifer was wearing a knit sweater today, form-fitting with good stretch. His fingers quickly slipped into her collar, teasing. Jennifer pressed down on his fingers, her breathing unsteady as she said, "After taking medicine, you should rest properly, stop touching." Actually, she was also getting aroused by his teasing, feeling both angry and sorry for him.
Francis raised an eyebrow and said very seriously, "I'm a doctor, I know. Sometimes when you're sick, exercising a bit and working up a sweat helps you recover faster."
Jennifer touched his cheek, scolding him somewhat shyly, "You're shameless!" Francis was really very good-looking - high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, even the curve of his jawline was perfect. The dark circles under his eyes didn't diminish his handsomeness at all; they only made people feel sorry for him. Looking at him this closely, Jennifer couldn't help but be moved. But she knew he wouldn't belong to her for long - he was just a passerby in her life.
Francis's hands moved restlessly over her body. He buried his face in her breasts and took a deep breath of her scent, sighing with satisfaction, "Jennifer, I've really missed you these past few days. Stop being mad at me, okay? Make love with me!"
Jennifer's body trembled slightly. She found she couldn't refuse him. She could only soften her tone and say, "Take care of yourself, don't go too long."
"Okay." Francis kissed her red lips, his hands skillfully undoing her clothes. Perhaps because he was sick, his movements were especially gentle this time. Plus, with his elevated body temperature, Jennifer had an unusual feeling. It felt even better than usual. This time, Francis didn't release himself. He stopped after Jennifer climaxed. He kissed the corner of her mouth and asked hoarsely, "Did it feel good?"
Jennifer was a bit dazed in the afterglow of her climax. She bit her lower lip and made an affirmative sound. After a while, seeing Francis not moving, she asked somewhat curiously, "That's it for today?"
Francis laughed. "Just now you were pushing me away, saying no, and now you don't want to stop? You're not honest at all."
Jennifer blushed. "That's not what I meant. It's just that you don't seem satisfied yet."
"When I'm better, you can make it up to me. The medicine is kicking in, I'm a bit tired." Francis answered in a low voice. He held Jennifer and closed his eyes. The two embraced quietly on the sofa, their naked bodies covered with a thin blanket. They lay like this for almost two hours. Francis fell asleep, his head resting heavily on Jennifer's lower abdomen.
Until Jennifer suddenly woke up and found it was already midnight. She gently woke Francis, saying softly, "Don't sleep here, your condition might get worse."
"Okay." Francis rubbed his face and stood up after putting on his pants. His upper body was bare, his full and fit muscles still bearing the fresh kiss marks and scratch marks Jennifer had left. Jennifer's face turned red. She grabbed his shirt and threw it to him. Francis laughed quietly, "We're going to take them off again anyway. You've already seen everything. What are you shy about?" Jennifer turned her face away from him and buttoned up her chest. Even though no one else was home, she wouldn't walk around without clothes.
After taking medicine and sleeping, Francis looked much better. The two went to the bathroom for a quick wash. Jennifer was a bit slower. When she came out, she found Francis wasn't in the room. She ran to the study to look, and he was actually having a meeting on his laptop! Hearing the door open, Francis turned to look at her and made a quiet gesture. Jennifer walked over with a frown, disapprovingly mouthing, "What work is so urgent that it can't wait until you've rested?"
Francis turned off the microphone and said with a smile, "I feel pretty good, don't worry. Almost done, you go to sleep first." The subordinate on the other end of the video conference saw the stern-faced Francis suddenly smile and thought he had said something good. He was about to say something modest when he suddenly realized Francis's gaze wasn't looking at the screen - he must be talking to family? Sure enough, as soon as Jennifer left, Francis turned on the microphone and started scolding people. Although his voice was hoarse, he was still sharp-minded and logical, berating a bunch of executives until they didn't dare talk back.
"Revise according to the points I just mentioned, and redo the emergency plan. Alright, that's it for today." Francis finally announced the meeting was over, and the subordinates all breathed a sigh of relief. Although they had to work overtime, not facing Francis directly meant much less pressure. The past few days when Francis had supervised their all-night overtime - that was truly scary.
Francis walked out of the study to find Jennifer waiting for him right outside the door. She handed him a glass of warm water. "Soothe your throat. Still so fierce even when you're sick."
Francis took a few sips. His dry throat felt much better. "What, are you afraid of me?"
Jennifer said, "You're not my boss, so why would I be afraid of you? But having to work overtime and get scolded this late, how much do you have to pay your employees to make them accept it?"
Francis shrugged. "An amount they can't refuse."
The two didn't continue this topic and went to bed. This time, Francis was very well-behaved, just holding her. Francis had taken medicine and slept quite deeply. Jennifer was also tired. She didn't have insomnia today and quickly fell into a deep sleep. However, around 3 AM, Jennifer was woken by some commotion. She turned on the night light and rubbed her eyes to see Francis covered in sweat, the blanket kicked off. His arms and legs were struggling, and he was mumbling incoherently, "So hot, no, fire."
Jennifer covered him with the blanket while holding his head and comforting him softly, "Francis, what's wrong? Don't be afraid, I'm here with you. You're safe now." She soothed him over and over, pressing her cool cheek against his forehead to help cool him down. His forehead was burning hot - the fever had come back. After a long struggle, Francis finally quieted down. She quickly went to get the medicine box, found a fever-reducing patch to put on him, then wiped his sweat and changed his pajamas, taking care of him for a long time. Jennifer didn't dare sleep again. She watched over Francis, monitoring his temperature until it came down. By then, dawn was almost breaking.