Chapter 106
After stewing the pork ribs, Drake returned to Jane’s side and reached out his hand.
“Let me see.”
Jane was still in a state of confusion. She looked at Drake’s outstretched hand with a puzzled expression.
“What?”
“…the thermometer.”
Jane returned to her senses and took out the thermometer from her armpit. Just as she was about to take a look for herself, Drake snatched it away.
After checking, Drake looked at Jane with a gentle expression. “You have a fever,
39°Celcius. You just took a fever–reducing medicine. Let’s wait and see if the fever subsides. If it doesn’t, we’ll have to go to the hospital.”
“Open your mouth. Let me see if your tonsils are inflamed.” Getting closer to Jane, Drake spoke softly and tenderly.
Jane didn’t know what to do, so she subconsciously opened her mouth and let Drake check.
“It’s fine, your tonsils are not inflamed. Eat something later, take the medicine, and rest well.”
With that, he entered the kitchen again, leaving Jane in disbelief, looking at the Drake Warner from her dreams, feeling a mix of emotions.
The next day, Jane slowly opened her eyes and saw the familiar ceiling, letting out a sigh of relief.
It was terrifying; she had dreamt of Drake last night, and in the dream, he was incredibly gentle, doing whatever she wanted, even carrying her like a princess back to her room.
Just as she recalled last night’s dream, Jane realized that there was another breathing sound in the room.
Turning to look at the side of the bed, Jane’s eyes widened.
At that moment, Drake was sleeping soundly, lying by the bedside, his long eyelashes fluttering down like a sleeping butterfly.
“Could it be that it wasn’t a dream last night?” Jane murmured, patting her head in disbelief.
Unable to find an answer, she carefully lifted the blanket and got out of bed, not wanting to wake Drake from his sleep.
However, as soon as she moved, Drake, who was in a deep slumber, instantly opened his eyes, and a pair of dark eyes met Jane’s.
“Are you awake? How do you feel?”
Sitting up straight, Drake looked at Jane on the bed and asked softly.
Hearing his gentle voice like in a dream last night, Jane felt a strange sensation throughout
“Um, I’m fine.”
Just as she finished speaking, a large, icy–cold hand gently touched her forehead, causing Jane to freeze. After a moment, Drake retracted his hand.
“The fever has subsided. Rest for a while longer, and I’ll make breakfast.”
After saying that, he didn’t say much and got up, leaving the room.
Even after Drake left, Jane sat stunned on the bed, full of astonishment.
Regaining her senses, she freshened up and walked out of the room. She wanted to ask Zane about the situation. However, as she stepped out of the room, she saw Darke already placing a simple breakfast on the table.
The three little ones were neatly washed up and dressed, and sitting at the dining table. When they saw Jane come out, Zoe spoke first.
“Mummy, you’re awake. Uncle Drake has prepared breakfast.”
“Beautiful teacher, are you okay? Come and sit. Daddy specially made millet porridge for you.”
Jane walked over, feeling a bit at a loss.
But as soon as she sat down, Drake placed a steaming bowl of millet porridge in front of her and advised.
“I made scrambled eggs for the children. You can’t eat them because you’re sick. Millet porridge is good for the stomach, so you can have more of that.”
Listening to his words, Jane couldn’t help but feel that strange sensation again.
After breakfast, Drake picked up his coat from the sofa and turned to Jane.
“I’ll take the children to school. You don’t have to go to work today. Rest at home. If you get hungry for lunch, order takeout for now. I’ll cook for you when I come back in the evening.”
“Let’s go.” With that, he looked at the three little guys.
Jane watched the tall figure leave with the three children, and her heart was filled with a touch of sweet sentiment.
When the house quieted down, Jane’s mind became chaotic.
What does it mean? Did he want to capture her heart?
But this couldn’t be true. It was too difficult to adapt to.
Jane couldn’t figure out what to do, so she could only take out her phone and call her good friend April.
It took a while for the call to connect, and Jane panickedly shouted into the phone, “Darling, where are you? Drake Warner has gone crazy!”
“My dear, I’m going crazy too.” On the other end of the phone was April’s helpless and desperate voice.
“What’s wrong with you?” Hearing April’s voice sounding off, Jane quickly asked.
“That bastard Matthew has imprisoned me. Now, he won’t let me go anywhere.” April Middlam said helplessly.
Upon hearing the word “imprisoned,” Jane immediately thought of the scene where Drake had once locked her up in a dark, windowless room.
The traces of sweetness that had momentarily risen towards Drake vanished into thin air.
“What happened, where are you! I’ll come there to save you.” Jane quickly said.
Hearing Jane’s anxious voice, April quickly comforted her, “Darling, don’t worry. The situation isn’t critical yet. When I really need your help, I’ll find you.
“I can’t talk anymore, that bastard Matthew is back.”
In a hurry, April hung up.
With no outlet to vent, Jane’s mind grew even more chaotic.
She endured the torment throughout the day. In the afternoon, she went to the kindergarten to pick up the three children, and Zachary also came home with them.
When Drake arrived at the kindergarten, Zachary had already been picked up, so he didn’t think much of it and went straight back to the Warner Crest Estate to deal with someone who needed to leave.
At the Warner family Villa, Amy was sitting on the sofa, eating fruit, and instructing the cleaning aunt to keep working non–stop.
“Here, there, clean it again. It’s not clean at all.”
“And you, go to the fridge and get me the newly bought blueberries. I want to eat them.”
Amy commanded the servants in the villa with an air of superiority, bossing around the servants in the mansion. Because she had gotten close to Drake a few times, the servants had noticed, and since she was Jane’s sister, no one dared to defy her demands, silently following her instructions.
Amy also enjoyed the feeling of being in charge and had even deluded herself into thinking she was the mistress of the house. This made her even more arrogant.
At this moment, Amy’s gaze fell upon the tall figure returning from outside through the floor–to–ceiling windows. She immediately rushed to the cleaning aunt and snatched the broom from her, putting on a pretense.
When Drake returned home, he saw Amy pretending to be holding a broom, her expression indifferent.
“Come here!” Drake said coldly to Amy.
“Mr. Warner, are you calling me?”
Amy deliberately asked, wanting the surrounding servants to see that she was different from them.
She might just become the mistress of this house in the future.
Drake did not answer Amy’s counter–question; he just stared at her coldly.
Amy finally walked towards Drake with a smile like a flower.
“Mr. Warner, if you have any orders, feel free to tell me…
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