Chapter 1494

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In the kitchen.

Lorelei searched high and low but couldn’t find the medication her grandmother had mentioned.

Just as she was starting to get confused, a broad, warm chest suddenly pressed against her back.

“Grandma said she misremembered. They’re sorting out her new medication in the main kitchen, so she sent someone else to get it.”

Lorelei spun around, colliding right into Harold.

They stood face to face, so close they could feel each other’s body heat.

Feeling awkward, Lorelei instinctively tried to step back, only to realize she was pinned against the wall.

The man standing in front of her showed absolutely zero inclination to step back, his dark eyes locked intensely on her.

“Misremembered?” Lorelei raised an eyebrow, completely bewildered. “Since when is Grandma’s memory that bad?”

“It’s been slipping a bit.”

Harold nodded, his gaze thoroughly glued to her as he spoke in a husky whisper, “Lori.”

“Hmm?”

Startled by him suddenly saying her name, Lorelei’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him.

“I think I’m running a fever.” Harold took her hand and pressed it against his cheek, his voice gravelly yet undeniably magnetic. “Feel this. I’m burning up.”

“You really are.”

Lorelei flinched at the heat, a deep wave of genuine worry washing over her. “Did you catch a cold from falling into the pool earlier?”

When they returned to the Houston estate.

She had a hot drink to warm up, but Harold hadn’t.

“Maybe.”

Harold faked two weak coughs and smoothly let his weight slump against her, sounding thoroughly exhausted. “My head is spinning. It really hurts.” “Let’s get you home then.”

Lorelei struggled to support his weight, carefully guiding him out of the kitchen. They stopped briefly to bid Eleanor goodbye.

“Huh?”

Eleanor, still happily lost in her daydreams of great-grandchildren, stared at the suddenly “frail and helpless” Harold, the corner of her mouth twitching violently.

He had been perfectly fine two minutes ago, and now he was deathly ill?

*Heh.*

This kid really was desperate if he was resorting to playing the sympathy card.

“Alright, hurry on home and rest.” Eleanor waved them off, making sure to add, “Lori, take good care of Harold.”

“I will, Grandma.”

Lorelei carefully maneuvered him into the passenger seat, leaning over to buckle, his seatbelt just as He had for her earlier. “Do you want to go to the hospital?”

“I am a doctor. Why would I go to the hospital?”

Harold leaned back against the headrest, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Just take me home. We have medication there.”

“Okay.”

Lorelei didn’t dare waste another second. She gripped the steering wheel tightly and sped off toward their marital home.

During the drive.

Harold turned his head slightly, his gaze resting softly on the woman focusing so intently on the road.

Over the past three years, he had given her countless opportunities to walk away, and he had even given Joel the chance to take her.

Since neither had taken it, he wasn’t about to let go now.

He would absolutely not divorce her.

“We’re here.”

The sports car glided to a stop. Lorelei rushed to the passenger side and pulled the door open. “Can you walk? Do you need me to hold you up?”

“I’ll try!”

Harold had been faking it initially, but to his surprise, his head actually was throbbing.

He stepped out of the car and swayed visibly, terrifying Lorelei into quickly grabbing hold of him.

“Let’s get inside first.”

With Harold’s long limbs and heavy frame, Lorelei found it incredibly difficult to support him.

Staggering the whole way, she finally managed to maneuver him into the guest bedroom.

Usually, whenever Harold came back, this was where he slept.

Harold frowned, just about to

suggest they head to the masteret

bedroom instead, when he suddenly spotted the little furball curled up on the bed.

He remembered now.

This little kitten was named ‘Baby,’ a stray Lorelei had picked up.

*Hah.*

Quite the high-ranking pet, getting to sleep in his room.

“I’m allergic to cats.” Harold unceremoniously threw the blame onto the tiny kitten,

who just blinked its sleepy eyes at him.

“Allergic?”

Lorelei froze for a second before

hurriedly shutting the door, her brows knitting together in concern.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea. How

about this I take you to the master bedroom.”

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