Riri
Being the alert man he was, Harrison felt something off about this woman.
Yet, he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
Casting his thoughts aside, he returned to Daemon, only to find the latter sweating profusely. "Dr. Feroma! Come take a look. What's wrong with Mr. Lierger? Why is he sweating so much?"
Derila glanced over. "It means his fever's starting to subside, " she said nonchalantly. "Give him a wipe and change the sheets."
"Thank goodness." Overjoyed, Harrison hurriedly summoned someone over.
"Why do you have to get someone else to do this? Can't you do it yourself?" Derila asked, curious.
"I have to get the nurse to wipe Mr. Lierger down and change his clothes. Mr. Lierger doesn't like other men touching him, " Harrison explained.
"Oh?" Derila nodded. "So he's not gay."
"Ugh…" Harrison stilled briefly. Did she think he was gay?
"Well, now that his temperature's lowering, there's not much else I need to do."
Derila yawned and rubbed her eyes.
But just as the woman began to leave, Daemon suddenly let out a murmur. "Riri…"
Derila stopped in her tracks and felt her chest tighten.
That sounds so familiar and intimate. It's as if…
A mix of emotions swirled within her as she turned around to face Daemon.
"Hello, Master Feroma."
At that very moment, two nurses and maids walked in and greeted Derila before tending to Daemon and changing his sheets.
"Use a hot towel. Mr. Lierger's sweating a lot, " Harrison instructed on the side. "Be careful not to touch his wound. Give him a bathrobe instead of clothes."
Everyone began to get busy and left Derila alone.
The woman glanced at Daemon once more before leaving.
Yet, she couldn't stop pondering over why that nickname gave her such a strange feeling.
Who on earth is Riri?
Derila's head hurt as she returned to her room, and she went to sleep after having some breakfast sent over by a maid.
It wasn't long until she drifted off and began to dream.
Inside the dream, there was a young lady in a Whyte dress running barefoot on a field.
She had a radiant smile, and the sounds of her laughter resonated across the field as birds and butterflies fluttered around her.
Standing not far off was a tall figure who seemed to be watching the woman with his lips curved upward.
The sun rays bathed down on him, making him look divine.
She sped toward him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face.
Yet, the dazzling sun seemed to mask his appearance, and she just couldn't see him clearly.
She wanted to reach him, but no matter how hard she ran, it felt as though she wasn't moving at all, and he remained as far away as ever.
The same scenario played out for a long while.
Derila eventually woke up and tried to recall her dream. The scene of a man and a woman enjoying their time together felt like fragments of her own memory.
She tried even harder to recollect her past but only ended up aggravating the injury in the back of her head.
Turning pale from the pain, she closed her eyes.
I have to wrap things up here ASAP and get a doctor to treat me.
As she was lost in thought, a knock came on the door. "Master Feroma!"
"Yes?"
"Mr. Lierger has woken up. Mr. Lowe wants you to drop by, " Kerrie said carefully.
"Okay. I'm coming."
Derila felt slightly irritated at the thought of how difficult her client was. I could barely sleep last night, and now, I can't even get some shut-eye?
Then again, it's not like I have a choice. He's paying me so much.
Derila reluctantly got out of bed and washed up before dragging her feet back to Daemon's room.
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