Cecilia stared straight ahead and said softly, “There's an alley near the main road ahead and there's this store. They should have milk powder from this brand we need."

Mark reclined in his seat.

He stared at her and whispered, "Can you drive?"

Then he gently held her hand and added, "I might have a fever."

Cecilia furrowed her brow.

She touched his forehead and found that it was indeed a little warm.

She couldn't help but scold, “Are you out of your mind? You're not in good health, and yet you ventured out in the rain like this.

Aren't you afraid that... that..."

Cecilia choked on her words.

She couldn't bring herself to say them.

Mark couldn't resist touching her hand again. He said gently, can't go back like this. My mother will be upset if she finds out.

Take me to a hotel and book a room for me. I'll be fine after a good night's rest."

Cecilia couldn't go to a hotel with him.

It was inappropriate.

Also, he needed a doctor.

Cecilia looked the surroundings and found that they were only a five -minute drive from Gamous Road.

She said, "I'll take you to Gamous Road. And I'll have Peter come over and look after you."

Mark didn't oppose. But he insisted on buying the milk powder for Olivia first. They eventually purchased a box of milk powder.

Cecilia drove her own car.

Upon their arrival at the Gamous Road residence, Mark's condition had deteriorated. She was concerned for him and didn't want him to go upstairs on his own, so she helped him into the elevator.