Chapter 184

The maid was confused by their unchanged behavior toward each other. Observing them silently, she soon left the dining hall.

Tyler, lacking appetite, set his cutlery aside after a few bites. “Have more fish and beef liver. They’re good for you,” he advised Olivia.

But Olivia remained silent, her appetite nonexistent.

He didn’t force her, letting her be.

As Olivia rose from her seat, she announced, “I’m going to rest, Tyler.”

“Mm–hmm, go ahead,” he replied, nodding.

She left without another word.

Alone at the table, Tyler sipped his water, his mind troubled.

Later that night, Olivia began vomiting violently. Hearing the noise from his study, Tyler rushed to her room and found her on the bathroom floor.

Concerned, he lifted her and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Weakly, Olivia replied, “I’m okay,” but pushed him away, seemingly blaming him for letting her catch a cold.

Feeling her feverish body, Tyler carried her, but she resisted, shoving him away. With a stern tone, he held her wrist and commanded, “Don’t move.”

Olivia stopped struggling as he carried her to the bed and called for the maid to bring medicine and water.

As he held Olivia, Tyler asked, “Where does it hurt?”

Her bloodshot eyes met his, but she didn’t respond.

Tyler continued to hold her. When the maid arrived with the medicine, she asked, “What happened to her?”

“Give me the medicine,” Tyler said, ignoring her question and taking the medicine.

“Maybe we should check her temperature first. If she doesn’t have a fever, giving her fever medicine could be harmful,” the maid advised.

Tyler thought what she said made sense, so he got her to bring the thermometer over. Placing it under Olivia’s arm, he waited anxiously as she lay still in his embrace.

Tyler’s expression darkened. Meanwhile, the maid watched them nearby, thinking, ‘Did they fight?‘

Minutes later, he checked the thermometer, frowning when he found her temperature normal.

“Does she have a fever?” the maid asked.

Olivia looked at him too.

Turning to Olivia, Tyler asked, “What did you eat yesterday?”

Olivia, looking pale, admitted, “I didn’t eat.” She had not eaten yesterday because she was exhausted.

“And you didn’t eat today before dinner, right?”

Avoiding his gaze, Olivia murmured, “No.”

“Is it stomach pain from not eating? Should we give her gastric medicine?” the maid suggested. But Tyler remained silent, deep in thought.