"Bring me some medicine, something's wrong with me."

With that, the call abruptly ended. Aveline stared at her phone, puzzled by the sudden disconnection, her brows furrowing.: owner of this content.

Did he really dial the wrong number?

Didn't he hear her speak?

Aveline pressed her lips together and called Desmond.

"Hello, Miss Young."

The call connected quickly, and she could hear a faint background noise on his end.

"Mr. Blake, Mr. Tudor called me by mistake just now. He asked for you to bring him some medicine. Can you go to him?"

"I'm afraid that's not possible," Desmond replied directly. "I'm on a business trip and already at the airport. Miss Young, could you deliver the medicine for me? I can tell you the name of the medication; you can get it from any pharmacy."

Aveline's brows knit tighter. "You're on a business trip?"

"Yes," Desmond confirmed, and she could faintly hear airport announcements in the background.

"Miss Young, I'll send you the name of the medicine. Mr. Tudor's condition is quite distressing when it flares up. Please help me deliver it. Thanks."

With that, he hung up.

"Hello?"

Aveline was stunned, standing up instinctively.

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Soon, a message with the medicine's name came through.

Feeling perplexed, she couldn't shake the strange feeling inside her. She stared at the medicine name for a while before finally turning around, putting on her coat, and heading out.

Oh well.

He had given her money and a house so quickly; she couldn't just leave him in trouble.

Arriving at the Tudor residence, Aveline's phone vibrated just as she reached the door. It was a message from Desmond with the entry code. It seemed almost as if he knew she would arrive at this moment, ser The strange feeling in her heart intensified.

But since she was already there, Aveline decided not to overthink it.

She entered the code and walked into the large villa's courtyard. The surroundings were quiet, and the lights cast long shadows.

Entering the villa, she found it completely empty.

Previously, when she had been here, there were many servants and housekeepers around. Did they all go off duty at night?

"Lucas?"

She called his name from the living room, but only a faint echo responded.

After waiting for a moment, she carried the bag upstairs. She

remembered where his master bedroom was. The door was slightly ajar, with dim light spilling out. Pushing the door open, she saw him lying on the bed.

He was shirtless, with the blanket only covering him from the waist down. Sweat covered his body, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

as if he was enduring immense pain.

Aveline was startled. What was wrong with him?

He had never had this problem before.

She walked over and gently shook him. "Lucas?"

The man didn't react, his brows still furrowed, and his breathing heavy.

Aveline opened the medicine and checked the instructions, then. mixed a cup of the solution. She pinched Lucas's nose to make him breathe through his mouth.

Struggling for air, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were clouded, looking at her without recognition.

Aveline was startled. "You're awake? Take this medicine first, and then you can go back to sleep."

Lucas's dark gaze bore into her, making her feel uneasy, like prey under a predator's watchful eye.

She offered him the cup. "Drink the medicine?"

But in the next moment, he grabbed the cup and threw it across the room. It landed on the carpet without a sound. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her onto the bed, his burning body pressing down on her, and his scorching breath claimed her lips.