Ninety-Three.

“What?!” Lyon almost screamed as he tried to jump out of bed but he felt too weak to do that.

He never imagined that he passed out for three days, he still couldn’t believe it so he looked to Abraham and Elen for help.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Chelsey cut in, putting a halt to all his thoughts as she hugged him tightly. She had cried her eyes out already.

“Can you please excuse us, we need to speak to him alone.” Elen said and with a nod, Chelsey reluctantly left.

She hadn’t seen him around the house in a while so she had thought of going to check on him but she was shocked when she saw him.

His body was red, almost as if he was being buried by a fire and out of fear, she had called Abraham who called Elen.

For good three days, Chelsey didn’t leave his side because she was worried about him, she couldn’t eat or sleep and she was the happiest now.

“Are you going to eat something now?” One of the maids asked her as soon as she stepped out of Lyon’s room and she shook her head.

“I’m going

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