Chapter_184
The maid couldn’t help but feel puzzled by the way Tyler and Olivia behaved around each other. Despite everything, their interactions seemed unchanged—too calm, almost unnervingly so. She quietly exited the dining room, sensing the undercurrent of tension.
Tyler, clearly not in the mood to eat, put down his cutlery after just a few bites.
“Have more fish and beef liver,” he told Olivia. “They’re good for your health.”
But Olivia didn’t respond. Her appetite had long vanished.
Seeing that, he didn’t press her further.
After a moment, she rose from her seat and said softly, “I’m going to rest now, Tyler.”
He gave a slight nod. “Mm-hmm. Go ahead.”
Without another word, Olivia left the dining room.
Left alone, Tyler drank a glass of water slowly, his mind far from at ease.
Later that night, the sound of violent retching echoed down the hallway. Tyler, still in his study, immediately rushed to Olivia’s room. He found her collapsed on the bathroom floor, pale and trembling.
Alarmed, he bent down and lifted her up. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine,” Olivia murmured weakly, trying to push him away, as if blaming him for letting her catch a cold.
But the moment he touched her skin, he felt how hot she was. She was burning up.
Ignoring her protests, Tyler swept her into his arms. She struggled again, but he grabbed her wrist firmly and ordered, “Don’t move.”
Startled by his tone, Olivia froze. Tyler carried her back to the bed and called for the maid, instructing her to bring medicine and water immediately.
Still holding her, he gently asked, “Where does it hurt?”
Olivia opened her bloodshot eyes, meeting his gaze, but said nothing.
The maid arrived shortly after, concern in her eyes. “What happened to her?”
“Give me the medicine,” Tyler said curtly, ignoring the question as he took it from her hands.
“Wait,” the maid interrupted gently. “Shouldn’t we check her temperature first? If she doesn’t have a fever, fever medicine might do more harm than good.”
Tyler paused, considering her words. “Bring the thermometer.”
She handed it to him, and he placed it under Olivia’s arm. All the while, she remained quiet in his arms, her face drained of color.
Tyler’s expression turned grim as he watched her closely. The maid stood nearby, her thoughts swirling. Did they argue?
A few minutes passed. When the thermometer beeped, Tyler checked it and frowned.
“No fever,” he muttered.
“She doesn’t?” the maid asked, surprised.
Olivia looked up at him too, waiting.
“What did you eat yesterday?” Tyler asked.
“I didn’t,” she replied softly.
He narrowed his eyes. “And today? You didn’t eat anything before dinner, right?”
She averted her eyes and whispered, “No.”
The maid gasped slightly. “Is it gastric pain from not eating? Should I bring some stomach medicine?”
Tyler didn’t answer right away. He sat in silence, brows furrowed as he tried to piece everything together.