“Monroe, are you okay?” Mary asked again.

There was no answer.

Mary held the door handle and said as she twisted it, “Can I come in and see you?”

Mary walked into the room, and it was dark inside.

She opened the first curtain, and light came in through the white screen window.

Only then did Mary see clearly that Monroe was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his face flushed.

Mary felt that something was wrong and went forward to touch his forehead.

“You have a fever?”

Mary immediately got up to find the first aid kit and took Monroe's temperature first.

104°F! How could have such a high temperature?

Mary immediately lifted the quilt and wanted to cool Monroe down first, but who knew that…under the quilt, Monroe was only wearing a pair of underwear!

It was a pair of black boxer briefs with white edges.

She knew the brand of underwear. A pair of underwear there cost tens of thousands of dollars.

While Mary was complaining about the extravagance of this rich man in her heart, her eyes could not help but glance at his crotch.

Even in his sleeping state, there was a huge bulge there!

It was as if… a small pair of underwear could not cover its size at all.

Mary could not help but blush. She did not dare to look too much. She quickly pulled the quilt and covered his crotch with one foot. Then she cursed herself for not knowing shame. This was her brother!

Mary first found the fever medicine. It was liquid. She poured it out and fed it to Monroe, then, Mary found an ice bag wrapped in a towel and placed it on his forehead.

After all this was done, she wet the towel with warm water and began to wipe his face, hands, chest, palms, soles, and armpits.

Although Monroe's armpits were full of hair, Mary did not mind at all.

After all this was done, Mary felt a little tired.

Leaving the room, Mary ate breakfast first, then went to the eleventh floor to tell Adela and the others to cancel the 10 o'clock meeting.

When Monroe woke up, it was already 11 o'clock in the morning.

The curtains in the room had been pulled open at some point, and only a layer of white gauze shone through.

He sat up with his head propped up, and an ice bag and towel that were about to melt fell down!

Then he looked at his body, which was only covered by a corner, and the thermometer and fever medicine on the table next to him.

Monroe frowned. was he sick?

He hadn't had a fever in years. Why did he suddenly have a fever?

Was he overworked because he hadn't slept last night?

Monroe got up, pulled on the clean home clothes at the side, and walked out of the room.

Mary was doing yoga in the living room. When she saw Monroe coming out, she immediately put down her legs and ran over happily. “You're awake? Has the fever gone down? Let me check!”

Mary stood on her tiptoes and touched her forehead with one hand and touched Monroe's forehead with the other.

Monroe bent over and inched closer to Mary's little face.

Mary took a step back and quickly put her hands down. “It looks like you're all right. Are you hungry? Shall I warm up the milk?”

Mary ran to the other side and when she picked up the gla.s.s of milk and was about to put it into the microwave, the electricity suddenly went out.

Mary looked up at Monroe. “Looks like the power's finally gone…”

Fortunately, they had prepared a generator.

However, it was obviously going to take a while.

Mary brought the sandwich from the morning to Monroe. “Why don't you eat something first?”

Monroe nodded and took the sandwich and ate it politely.

Monroe hadn't said a word after he came out, but Mary felt that his silence made her feel nervous.

“How about… I go to my room… to rest?”

Monroe put down the sandwich in his hand and looked up at her. “Yesterday, we came back from outside and found you were not in your room. You went to the lobby on the first floor. It was that woman who told me about what had happened and your whereabouts.”

Mary was confused.

That woman?

Did he mean… Avra?

But why did he suddenly explain this?