Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart

Chapter 359 Depression In Heart

After arriving at Anstonburg, Emelia went to the hotel to check in first. Maybe because they had been in

the car, Emelia felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

She didn't say anything but put up with it.

They went to their respective rooms to rest, and Emelia pounced on the bed as soon as she entered.

She felt much weaker since she had fallen ill some time ago.

After lying in bed for a short while, there was a knock, and Julian's voice sounded. "Emelia."

Emelia was speechless. Wasn't he even tired after he had driven all the way? Why did he come to her

now?

She leaned against the wall and asked, "What's wrong?"

Julian said with some concern, "I saw that you looked pale when you got off. Are you not feeling well?"

Emelia was bewildered. She didn't expect him to be so observant.

"I'm just dizzy, probably due to motion sickness." Emelia didn't have to hide it anymore since he found

it.

Julian walked in and picked her up, "Lie down and rest."

Emelia said nothing.

She was not so dizzy that she couldn't walk, so he didn't have to hug her onto the bed.

Before she knew it, Julian had already covered her with the quilt, adjusted the pillow, turned around,

and went to boil water.

Emelia felt grief when she leaned against the bed and watched Julian do things for her.

He should have had a good rest since he had driven for more than two hours.

When Julian turned his head and saw that her eyes and nose were red, he quickly touched her

forehead, "Is it very uncomfortable? Take you to the hospital now?"

Emelia calmed and shook her head, "No, a little rest works."

She would be okay with just a little dizzy.

Neither of them spoke, and the room fell silent.

The moment Emelia looked up, she saw Julian staring at her. She suddenly wanted to nestle into his

arms the moment their eyes met.

Whereas, she restrained herself, knowing that Julian would be unable to let go of her once she had

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She averted her eyes and let him leave. "You can go back. I'm fine."

Julian refused, "No, I'll take care of you here."

Emelia glared at him. Was he looking for an excuse to stay?

Ignoring her fierce glare, Julian brought her water.

"I wanna take a break." Julian put away the glass and lay down beside Emelia after she drank the

water. Emelia originally wanted to push him away but then changed her mind when she saw the faint

shades under his eyes.

How could she be willing to kick him out when he wanted to rest since he was busy recently?

As soon as he felt her caring, Julian immediately moved his legs up and rolled over to her. Emelia was

too weak to get rid of, so she gave up struggling.

It wasn't long before the sound of Julian's even breathing reached her ears, and Emelia felt warm and

secure, falling asleep involuntarily.

After a long while, Emelia heard someone nervously calling out her name, "Emelia? Emelia!"

"You have a fever?"

"Are you alright?"

The voice was anxious and even trembled a little. Emelia had difficulty distinguishing that it was Julian,

and she tried to respond. Still, she was too weak even to open her eyes.

Seeing her has no moves, Julian dialed Abigail's number urgently, " Emelia has a fever. Please come

and take a look."

Emelia didn't know what was happening later as she fell back into a coma.

Julian stroked Emelia's hot forehead, feeling so panicking that a thin layer of sweat broke out on his

forehead.

It was the first time he had ever seen Emelia looking like this. She also fell ill the last time he went to

see her, but at that time, she had been much better and had no fever.

He had just woken up from the heat, thinking the room was overheated. Still, he realized that it was

Emelia's high body temperature.

Abigail hurried over, took Emelia's pulse and then frowned and said thoughtfully, "The pulse is weak.

She has inflammation since the fever is not going down. Hurry up and take her to the hospital."

They immediately did so.

After a series of tests, the doctor informed them that Emelia had acute inflammation and had to be

hospitalized right away.

Abigail mumbled, "Acute inflammation?"

"It is because of her anger and anxiety." As a doctor, Abigail knew what was wrong with Emelia as soon

as she heard it.

With a heartbreaking glance at the frail, sleeping Emelia, Abigail sighed lightly.

After all, Julian had pushed her too hard. He only wanted to renew their relationship in a hurry but

forgot the pressure she got.

Julian implored Abigail, "What's wrong with her? What do you mean?"

"Let's get her to in-patient first." Abigail didn't tell him the reason. It was not the right time.

It was more than half an hour later when Julian helped Emelia settle down, and the doctor intervened

again.

Abigail looked at Julian, who was crouched by Emelia's bedside, holding her hand tightly, and said

anxiously, "My friend is coming over here."

"Thank you." Julian couldn't care about anything else at the moment. He said in a hoarse voice and

continued to gaze at Emelia.

The guilt and remorse overwhelmed him. Emelia got sick before and flew back to see his grandfather,

and he then dragged her to see a doctor of traditional medicine before she could rest.

Julian kissed her slender fingers with his eyes tearful. He hoped he could bear the pain for her.

Abigail didn't say anything more when she saw him like this and gently closed the door and went out.

After her friend arrived, Abigail hurriedly took her to Emelia's ward. Julian had asked for a single room

for Emelia, and after taking her pulse, Abigail's friend was furious. "You shouldn't have brought her to

me in this situation."

"She apparently has depression in her heart and has endured so much that she gets illness."

This friend and alumni of Abigail, named Frances Strickland, was nearly sixty years old but was hale

with silver hair. However, her stern look was frightening.

"That's what I judged too." Abigail followed along with a sigh.