Ariana's voice was gentle and soothing as she spoke to Theodore. She leaned in closer to him and looked into his eyes, trying to convey her sincerity.

Thankfully, Theodore was not as strong as he used to be, and he released Ariana's wrist without resistance. With a look of uncertainty, he watched her leave the room with his dark eyes, only closing them once her figure had disappeared completely.

Ariana hurriedly searched for Horace's number in the telephone directory and dialed it from the landline. She explained the situation to him in detail.

Upon hearing that Theodore refused to go to the hospital, Horace let out a heavy sigh.

"Mrs. Anderson, there's no need to persuade him. He hates hospitals with a passion. He had no choice but to be hospitalized when he met with the previous car accidents. But for an illness like a fever, he will opt not to go."

“But he has a high fever! There will be a problem if he doesn't seek medical attention," Ariana protested, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. She knew that Theodore had not fully recovered from his last injury, and any additional health complications would only make matters worse.

Horace's voice was laced with helplessness.

"For now, we'll have to call in a personal doctor. Please give Mr. Anderson some antipyretics, which you'll find in the third drawer of the left shelf in the study. If his fever persists after an hour, do let me know immediately. I'll arrange for a private doctor to come over."

"Okay, I see."

After she hung up, Ariana quickly retrieved the medicine from the study. She returned to Theodore's room and stood by his bedside, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. She couldn't help but feel a pang of worry as she noticed the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

As she placed the box of medicine on the nightstand, she called out to Theodore, hoping to rouse him from his slumber.

"Theodore, wake up. It's time to take some medicine and get better."

As she took out a pill and prepared to feed it to him, she noticed Theodore's body tense up, as if he was bracing himself for something. She tried her best to coax him into taking the medicine, but he remained stubborn and vigilant, even in his sleep.

Ariana's frustration mounted as she struggled to get him to swallow the medicine.

The water was the biggest hurdle, and no matter how much she tried, Theodore couldn't seem to drink it down. She felt helpless and anxious, fearing for his health.

Finally, a wave of determination washed over Ariana. She couldn't stand to see Theodore suffer any longer. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in close and pressed her lips to his, hoping the water she had sipped would transfer to his mouth.

Ariana gently fed Theodore the water and slightly rubbed his throat. She felt relieved when he swallowed it.

As she tried to get up, she suddenly felt a pair of strong hands wrap around her waist, pulling her closer.

Ariana said angrily, thinking that he had woken up, "Let go of me, Theodore. I need to get a towel to clean your face."

He didn't respond. His hot and heavy breath fell on her neck.