Chapter 1287 Sudden Illness (2/2)
”But we are actually...” she began.
Cherish's face flushed again and she felt feverish. She tried raising her voice to get her point across. He needed to understand that sooner or later, they were going to be engaged anyway, so it wouldn't matter if they'd only met a few times. They would be a family eventually despite all of these difficulties. But before she could finish her sentence, Carlos interrupted hastily.
”Actually, Ms. Shen, you've come at the right time. I have something to tell you. Please follow me.”
Carlos wrapped his bathrobe tighter around his waist and, without hesitation, turned to walk into the room behind him. His words resonated in her ears and instantly lightened her mood. Her sense of loss disappeared all of a sudden and, with a radiant smile, she followed him in
ist was intense. She twisted her lips in pain as she tried to wriggle her wrist free of his hold. She could almost feel her heart pumping in her throat. Gritting her teeth, Cherish turned her head and saw that Carlos's face was deathly pale with even more sweat streaming down his forehead and onto his clothes.
Seeing his beautiful face suffering from great pain, Cherish was overcome with grief. Carlos's head moved an inch, and she saw his lips moving just enough to signal that he was trying to say something to her. She immediately squatted down in front of him and put her ear close to his mouth. She heard a gentle murmur escape his lips as he said in a weak voice, ”Don't let anyone know about...” ”About what?” she stammered. ”...about my illness.”
These last words apparently used up all his remaining energy because his eyes lost all color and he blacked out. His body slumped gently back onto the sofa.
Finally, Cherish felt the tightness around her wrist loosen and fade as his hand flopped onto his lap. For a brief second, she felt as if her heart was stabbed by a thin sharp knife and she felt wounded to her core. No words could express the immense sadness that washed over her as she stared at his seemingly lifeless body.
With tears now freely falling down her cheeks in rapid succession, she flung herself into Carlos's motionless arms. She shook him gently to make sure that he wasn't dead and only in some sort of coma. Looking at his helpless frame, she used all of her strength to straighten his body on the sofa so that he looked more like his usual self. Despite whatever illness he suffered, Cherish felt a great sense of relief knowing that he was still breathing. With renewed fortitude, she took a deep breath, ran over to the bathroom, and grabbed a towel from the pantry. She soaked it in cold water, squeezed out the excess, and returned to Carlos with the cold towel. Carefully and gently, she wiped the sweat from his face and neck.
Even though she tried to concentrate on the task of cooling off Carlos's body, she couldn't hold back her tears. It had never occurred to her that Carlos was suffering in silence.
Judging from Carlos's behavior, this was clearly not the first time that the illness had overcome him. Although she had no idea what kind of illness it was, she just couldn't stand the thought of him suffering. It was killing her inside and all that she wanted to do was to find a way to keep him from suffering any further.