Chapter_185
Moments later, Tyler asked gently, “Should I call the doctor?”
Olivia looked at him, puzzled. She assumed he was concerned about her stomach pain.
“There’s no need,” she said softly. “The medicine will do.”
Not wanting to cause a fuss, she reached for the pills the maid had brought. But just as her fingers brushed the medicine, Tyler reached out and held her hand, stopping her.
She looked up at him, startled, just in time to hear his firm voice.
“Let the doctor take a look at you.”
Before she could object, he gave a quiet but resolute order.
“Call the doctor.”
“I’ll contact the traditional physician, Mr. Tyler,” the maid offered quickly. “He specializes in treating stomach discomfort.” Without waiting, she turned and left the room to make the call.
Still resting in Tyler’s embrace, Olivia slowly shifted to sit upright. He allowed her the space, though his eyes remained fixed on her with concern.
“Would you like some water?” he asked.
She stayed silent for a moment, then responded in a faint voice.
“No need.”
Despite her answer, Tyler walked away briefly and returned with a glass of water. Just as he approached, Olivia felt a wave of nausea and tried to get out of bed.
Tyler’s brow furrowed. “Do you feel like you’re going to vomit again?”
She tried to suppress the feeling and shook her head lightly. “No,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
Still, Tyler brought the glass to her lips, and she drank a few sips quickly, trying to ease the discomfort. Afterward, she leaned back against the headboard, breathing faintly, her body finally relaxing just a little.
A few droplets of water clung to her pale pink lips. Tyler instinctively reached out, wanting to wipe them away—but just then, the maid returned.
“Sir, the doctor said he’ll arrive in about ten minutes,” she reported, stepping up to the bed.
Tyler nodded. “Good. Make some ginger tea for her in the meantime.”
“Yes, sir,” the maid replied and left once again.
Lying in bed, Olivia tried to think back on what she had eaten recently. It wasn’t much—so why did she feel so sick? Could she have caught a cold during the night?
As the memories of last night surfaced, so did a wave of bitterness toward Tyler. She tugged the blanket up to her chest and turned her face away from him.
Tyler gently set the glass down on the side table.
“Drink some ginger tea later. It might help settle your stomach,” he said.
Her eyes closed, Olivia murmured, “I think I caught a cold last night.” Her voice was fragile, strained.
Tyler didn’t miss the subtle tone beneath her words.
“Whatever it is, cold or otherwise, the doctor will examine you,” he said calmly.
She felt exhausted. What could the doctor possibly find? With no energy left for conversation, she turned quiet again.
Tyler didn’t push her. He simply let her rest.
Ten minutes later, the doctor arrived. Tyler stood up from the bedside as he entered.
“What’s the situation?” the doctor asked.
“She’s been feeling unwell since breakfast,” Tyler replied. “Can you check if it’s a cold?”
The doctor nodded, then asked, “Did you take her temperature?”
“I did. It was normal.”
“Alright, let me have a look,” the doctor said, moving toward Olivia. “Please, show me your tongue.”