386 You are mine and I am yours (1/2)

”Hmm...” she turned her head so she could kiss his hand. Then, she took his hand and rested her cheek against it.

His eyes softened. She seemed dependent on him, which he liked. He liked taking care of her, protecting her.

”What's your plan today? What did Mei Li say?” Jeremy asked.

”It seems like I have to return to the agency to deal with the aftermath of our announcement,” she replied with a sigh.

”Do you need my team?” he asked, referring to his team of PR.

”No. There is no need to burden them. I don't think the agency will have any problem handling this,” she said after a while. Holding to his hand actually made the stress in her heart go away. She did not even notice how stressed she was at the thought of having to face all the reporters and paparazzi. She was so used to handling the photographers during her work, not because of her private life, hence, she felt a little bit scared. Would they start following her around like she was a criminal?

He knelt down in front of her and took both hands. ”If you can't take it, we will have another press conference. And I will sue those who make you sad.”

”Jeremy,” she chided.

”I don't want to see you sad. Right now, our relationship is known by everyone and I'm worried my haters will find ways to hurt you,” he explained and frowned worriedly, ”Or worse, my fanatic fans.”

”We can't expect everyone to like us. I don't want you to be hated because of me,” she said, leaning forward until she was in his arms comfortably on the floor. ”I just want us to live peacefully. No more drama.”

”Fine. Your wish is my command,” he said and kissed the top of her head gently. ”You know I'll do everything for you.”

”Hmm... thank you.”

”You don't have to thank me. You are mine and I am yours.”

She smiled hearing his words. She is his and he is hers. She liked that.

*~*~*~*

Harry woke up with a huge headache. He clutched to his head and groaned loudly. His spinning head made it feel like he was hit by a hammer and stomped by a huge elephant. It felt like years before the pain lessened a bit and he could actually move to get his phone.

He didn't bother to look, just press a button for speed-dialed.

”Hello, young master. What can I help you?” the butler asked politely. He was confused about why his young master called him using the phone.

”I'm not feeling well,” Harry choked out. His headache was getting worse by now, he barely able to open his mouth.

”I'll be right there,” the butler said hurriedly. He ended the call and went to get the huge box of first-aid from the kitchen. Then, he climbed up the stairs to the young master's room.

”You're having a fever, young master,” the butler said, noticing the high temperature on his body.

Harry mumbled something but did not open his eyes.

The butler used his whole body and energy to bring the young man back to the bed. It was a bit hard, considering his old age, but in the end, he managed to do it. Then, he retrieved the first-aid and took out a thermometer. He clicked on the pistol-like equipment and in seconds, Harry's temperature showed on the screen. The butler took a deep breath. Over 40.

Without thinking, he took out his phone and called the family's doctor. He also pasted a cooling pad onto Harry's forehead to reduce the heat. Once he called the doctor, he called the kitchen to ask for a glass of water. Young Master's fever must be reduced down quickly.

”What's wrong with big brother?” Mia asked. She heard the commotion from her brother's room and went there curiously, only to see the butler and the maid from the kitchen helping Harry taking his medicine.