The back of her hand was lightly pressed against nca Roach’s forehead, a hot patch.


    She had been sleeping since she got home in the afternoon, and at dinner she found she had a fever.


    The doctor came to visit, the cause of the disease is probably the poor resistance of pregnant women, coupled with the shock, the whole person is not good.


    Although the fever was high, no medicine was rmended, only physical cooling.


    Matthew Grant fed hot ginger water for nca Roach and then wiped her body with alcohol. The temperature has been maintained at around 38 degrees, not rising or falling.


    “Grandma …,” nca Roach said in her sleep.


    The most helpless time to think of the most can rely on the person.


    Matthew Grant is not jealous that the person nca Roach relies on most is her grandmother, but regrets that it is not herself.


    He had promised her the night before that he would not let her get hurt, and today this happened.


    Matthew Grant asked himself, “I really don’t deserve nca Roach’s trust this time.


    With remorse, Matthew Grant did not close his eyes all night, rubbing nca Roach’s body and feeding her water, and by 3:00 a. m., nca Roach’s temperature had gradually dropped to normal.


    Even so, Matthew Grant did not dare to sleep and stayed by nca Roach’s side with the bedsidemp on, taking her temperature every half hour.


    “Matthew Grant…”


    “I’m here, baby I’m here.” Matthew Grant held nca Roach’s hand nervously, finally hearing her call herself and thinking she was awake.


    nca Roach did not open her eyes, and her lips moved in an inaudible syble: “Ah… Da Fanta…”


    Matthew Grant listened to nca Roach’s voice with his ear, but he couldn’t understand what she was saying.


    “Da Fanta?” Matthew Grant chanted back.


    “Hm…” nca Roach suddenly spoke again, with a tone of voice, dreamily as if not quite satisfied.Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    She rolled over and mumbled Matthew Grant’s name again.


    Matthew Grant was a little relieved that nca Roach was in his dreams when he was scared.


    Unfortunately, reality does not allow Matthew Grant to be happy for long.


    nca Roach sighed and said another sentence, this time with the right words: “Matthew Grant… you big bastard…”


    Big, asshole … What a “big asshole”!


    Matthew Grant’s mouth twitched, he was still guessing what “big fender” was, but it turned out to be a big bastard mispronunciation he misheard!


    What was the scene in this little girl’s dream? Or what kind of role is he ying in the dream? How dare she scold him!


    It seems she’s really getting better and swearing.


    Matthew Grant removed the towel and the bowl and the thermometer from the bed, went into the bathroom, took a shower, and went straight to nca Roach’s bed.


    In the dream, nca Roach is doing something humiliating with Matthew Grant, asionally cursing a little.


    Just when it was all over, nca Roach felt her body getting hot again and her ears tickling.


    Eyes slightly open, nca Roach found arge pair of hands rubbing her and a wet neck,pletely ignoring the fact that she was still asleep.


    “Matthew Grant, what are you doing …”


    nca Roach’s voice was soft and weak, and Matthew Grant retaliated by saying, “Big jerk? Today I’ll show you what it means to be a big jerk.”


    “Hmm?” nca Roach was confused, was she still in a dream?


    Not giving her room to think, Matthew Grant’s revenge came surging, can’t do the humiliating thing then retreat ah, Matthew Grant always has a way to make nca Roach beg for mercy.


    “Haha … hahaha … don’t, don’t tickle my feet.”


    nca Roachughed more than once, Matthew Grant was happy to do so: “Will you still scold meter?”


    “I did not ah, that was a dream, hahaha …” nca Roachughed out of tears.


    “The day has a dream.”


    “Okay, okay, I’m wrong, I won’t dare to do it again …”