Chapitre 184: Being cared for by your lover is different than being cared for by your doctor

"This is embarrassing," I muttered against his shoulder as Natha carried me to the dressing room.

He had called the servants to changed the bedsheet that got soaked with my sweats, as well as preparing a warm drink and light meal for me. I was already embarrassed that we had to call for servants in the middle of the night, but Natha even carried me in front of them. All I could do was clutch into him and buried my flustered face in his shoulder.

"Why?" Natha chuckled. "Are we doing something embarrassing?" 

"You don't have to carry me," I mumbled still as we entered the dressing room.

"No way," Natha denied me firmly, lowering me to the velvet bench in the dressing room. "You still have a fever."

Well, that was right. Despite being drenched in sweat already, I still have a fever, and we had no idea why. Natha said the physician told him it might be caused by stress, but I didn't particularly feel stressed.