Chapter 109 He Is a Bit Obedient
Two knocks sounded at the door, particularly clear in the quiet hallway.
But there seemed to be no one inside.
That couldn't be right though - Randal said Samuel was in there.
Amelia figured Samuel probably didn't hear, so she knocked twice more.
Still no movement inside.
A wave of irritation rose in Amelia's chest.
She hadn't wanted to come in the first place. She only came because she owed Jeremy a favor, and Jeremy had specifically reminded her that Samuel was waiting for her.
And now, after being given a hard time at the front desk, her knocking was being ignored too.
With Amelia's old temper, she would have turned around and left the moment she was hassled downstairs.
But Samuel was different - he'd helped her out many times. She really did owe him.
Thinking this, Amelia swallowed her discomfort and knocked on the door again.
Still no response.
Was there really no one inside?
Had he stepped out?
Amelia thought, well, since she was already here, she might as well wait inside. Better than standing outside where people passing by might think she'd snuck up here with bad intentions.
With that thought, Amelia didn't hesitate anymore and reached out to push open the door.
Inside wasn't like outside - the huge floor-to-ceiling windows provided excellent lighting.
Sunlight poured through the windows, laying a golden carpet across the entire office.
The office was huge, over a thousand square feet.
But because there wasn't much furniture, Amelia spotted Samuel on the sofa right away.
He was leaning back against the sofa, his head tilted slightly to one side, his long legs casually crossed, one hand resting on the armrest, the other hanging naturally at his side. His suit collar was slightly open, revealing a corner of his collarbone, giving him a relaxed and lazy appearance.
So he was asleep - no wonder he didn't answer the door.
"Samuel?"
No response.
Sleeping that deeply?
Amelia pressed her lips together and walked forward a few steps, wanting to tap his shoulder.
But suddenly remembering he had a girlfriend and thinking it wouldn't be polite, she pulled her hand back. Instead, she lifted her foot and gave his crossed foot a light kick.
The shiny leather shoe now had a dusty mark on it.
"Wake up, it's daylight."
But with just that light kick, Samuel's whole body tilted to the right.
Amelia was startled and, forgetting about etiquette, quickly grabbed his shoulder to steady him.
"Are you okay?"
Her kick had been as light as could be, just meant to wake him up. How did he just fall over?
"Samuel? I'm asking you, are you okay?"
But Samuel still didn't respond.
Amelia sensed something was wrong.
She frowned, her slender brows drawing together, her gaze falling on Samuel's face.
From what she could remember, she'd never looked at him this closely before.
Samuel had deep, sculpted features - high brow bones, a straight nose, thin lips slightly pressed together with a barely noticeable coldness.
When his eyes were open, the cold light in them could scare someone into a cold sweat.
But now his eyes were tightly closed, his long lashes casting a faint shadow on his eyelids, making him look especially peaceful.
In recent years, news of sudden deaths had been increasing. Had Samuel died suddenly?
Amelia's breath caught. She reached out and held her hand under Samuel's nose.
He was still breathing, just his breath was very hot.
She breathed a sigh of relief while reaching up to feel his forehead.
Very hot.
Like there was a fire burning.
Amelia frowned, crouched down beside him, pulled up his sleeve, and began examining him.
Fever caused by catching cold.
In this situation, letting the fever run for a bit was good for the body.
As old people would say, it burns out the virus in the body.
Amelia's eyes swept around and spotted an ice maker in the office.
So she got some ice, wrapped it in a towel, placed it on Samuel's forehead, then spoke again: "Samuel? Can you hear me?"
Samuel's brows furrowed.
His eyebrows were thick, but naturally well-shaped, and with his high brow bones, they gave him a very masculine look.
The cold touch on his forehead made him feel like he'd found a shady tree in the desert - very comfortable.
He became slightly more conscious, but only slightly.
Hearing the female voice in his ear, Samuel struggled to open his eyes.
Before him was a face so beautiful it made people envious.
Amelia had put on light makeup today, making her even more beautiful and breathtaking than usual.
Samuel was dazed for a moment, thinking he was dreaming again.
In the dream, it was by that hot spring pool.
He was like now, his whole body burning, unable to control himself, as if countless flames were drilling into his heart.
The girl in the dream, though her features were blurry, looked just like Amelia.
Now, Amelia was right before his eyes.
So it was a dream after all?
The next second, Amelia slapped Samuel across the face.
"Ow."
Samuel snapped back to reality. He wasn't dreaming.
It really was Amelia.
Seeing a trace of clarity return to his eyes, Amelia breathed a sigh of relief.
If he still hadn't woken up, she would have had to call an ambulance.
For bringing down a fever, modern medicine was still faster.
Meeting Samuel's confused gaze, she explained.
"You have a fever. You just passed out here. I got you some ice for physical cooling. How do you feel now? Can you move?"
Samuel's lips moved, struggling to squeeze out one word: "Water."
"I'll get you some."
She laid Samuel flat and resignedly went to the water dispenser to pour water.
She really owed him.
Though actually, didn't she already owe him?
Amelia shook off the messy thoughts and walked over with the cup.
"Can you sit up by yourself?"
Samuel nodded slightly, propping himself up with one hand on the sofa, looking very difficult.
Amelia couldn't bear it.
She told herself that in a doctor's eyes there's no gender difference, so she naturally reached out and supported his back.
Only then could Samuel sit up, drinking the water slowly, sip by sip.
Even sick, he was elegant, as if nothing could make him hurry.
The cup was soon empty.
Amelia asked: "Want more?"
Samuel shook his head: "That's enough."
Amelia took the cup and set it aside.
"Since you're awake, hurry up and call your people to bring fever medicine, or just have them take you to the hospital."
Samuel said no need.
"Can't let them see me like this."
Amelia was speechless.
"Birth, aging, sickness and death - everyone goes through them. You just have a cold and fever, what's there to hide?"
"At this branch, many people still don't accept me."
One sentence made Amelia understand.
The Crawford family had two sons. Samuel had secured headquarters, but the people at the Goldenvale branch probably still only respected Zachary.
So he couldn't show them any weakness, not even a cold and fever.
But the Crawford family's disputes had nothing to do with her.
Still, since Samuel put it that way, she didn't insist he call anyone.
"Then sit still, I'll do some physical therapy on you."
"Physical therapy can bring down a fever?"
"Obviously. How else did they bring down fevers in ancient times without modern medicine?"
"Okay." He nodded, looking a bit, obedient.