Chapter 352. Fever Relief

Chantel Aeden Revia

I can hear Chantel coughing from upstairs, so I keep rummaging.

"Got it," I announced triumphantly, holding the tea mixture in my hand.

I storm toward the kitchen. As I hoped, the kitchen is filled with fresh vegetables, fruits, bread, pastries, spices—anything we might need.

"Thank you, Laurence," I mutter gratefully.

While the kettle is on, I take a bowl and fill it with water. Grabbing a clean cloth, I snatch the sweater and rush back up to her.

She's still lying on her stomach, which makes breathing harder for her. I place the bowl and cloth down as I gently tug her dress down. She's still on her stomach, now half-naked.

I want to wipe her sweat away, but she's shivering, so instead, I pull the sweater over her head. It's not manageable at all since she's still lying on her stomach, but halfway through the process, she turns around.

It's useless because by then t