Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick)
Chapter 3355

Chapter 3355 You Need To Rest

Megan couldn't figure out what Jake was trying to do. As the light cast a shadow on his lips, she noticed the exhaustion radiating from his gaze.

"No, I won't go. I have a meeting later. Let me take a short nap," he rasped out tiredly.

His voice was hoarse as though he was a parched traveler in the desert.

He's so ill. Why is that meeting still on his mind?

Megan didn't voice her thought out loud. Touching his heated skin again, she couldn't bring herself to cave in to his request.

She insisted, "If you won't go to the hospital, I'll buy some medicine for you. You must rest this afternoon."

Her tone left no room for negotiation. Jake lay on the couch with his eyes closed and brows twitching. He was too tired to argue with her.

It was rare for Megan to show her concern for him. Yet, the next meeting was extremely important for him to not skip. Even if he didn't want to attend it, he had no choice.

Megan took his silence as consent. She was about to move Jake away from her lap, but the man refused to budge.

"Why won't you let me leave?" she demanded irritatedly. She was furious, but she had no avenue to vent her frustration.

He's about to faint. Where did he get the energy to trap me here?

Is that meeting more important than his life?

Hearing the displeasure in her voice, Jake opened one eye to peek at her.

His cheeks were flushed, and the sweat caused his fringe to stick limply to his forehead. The discomfort he felt was too unbearable, so he didn't have the energy to mind Megan's feelings. Weakly, he muttered, "Flu medicine can cause drowsiness. I have a meeting later, so I can't take it."

Megan dismissed his excuse swiftly. Does he think I can't leave to buy medicine if he won't let me leave?

Jake doesn't know I saved his secretary's phone number when we were on our way up. As long as I send him a text, he'll buy the meds for me!

At that thought, Megan gave up trying to leave and whipped her phone out to text Jake's secretary. She requested for him to buy both fever and flu medicine.

She refused to allow Jake to get his way that day.

Jake cracked his eyes open a little to look at Megan. Why did she stop struggling suddenly? Did she give up already?

Doubt swirled around Jake's heart, but it was good news for him. He shut up and rest peacefully without asking any questions.

Silence ensued in the office. A few minutes later, the brown door was pushed open. Megan craned her neck and spotted the secretary coming in with the medicine.

"Ms. Rockford, here's the medicine you asked for."

The secretary shut the door behind him and went to Megan with the medicine in his hands. He peeked at Jake on the couch stealthily in amazement. I've never seen Mr. Wilson in such a fragile state.

Megan checked the contents of the bag. Besides the medicine she requested, the secretary also bought a few other varieties. She thanked him profusely before asking him to pour another glass of hot water. Jake's temperature was increasing by the minute. He lay in Megan's lap in a muddled confusion as faint voices rang next to his ear. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy.

"W-Who's here?"

The short question caused his throat to flare up in pain. Jake frowned as he felt a deep ache within his bones. He was clearly on the brink of collapsing. Still, he gritted his teeth and held on. Megan wiped away the sweat on his brow and let out a sigh. She prepared the medicine and held them in her palm.

"Hurry, take the medicine. You'll die if you refuse to take it."

When her palm that was filled with pills reached Jake's lips, he caught a whiff of the medicine and turned his head instinctively.

"No," came his curt rejection.

He didn't even give Megan a chance to stuff the pills into his mouth.