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    Without missing a beat, Norton reached into his pocket and slid a folded document through the gap. “This is our wedding photo. Please—Yvonne’s not in good shape. We can’t afford to waste time!”


    Margie looked at the photo. Her breath caught—the man in the picture was striking. They looked picture-perfect together. That was all the convincing she needed.


    She opened the door fully and handed the certificate back, flustered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was married.”


    As the door swung open, her eyes widened—Norton was even more impressive in person.


    He slipped the photo back into his pocket without a word. He moved to the bed, brushed his hand across Yvonne’s forehead, and felt the heat radiating off her skin. Without a moment’s pause, he gently lifted her into his arms.


    “I’m taking Yvonne with me. She’ll get in touch when she wakes up.” He pivoted and walked out, not sparing another word.


    Margie, watching his swift and purposeful movements, finally felt reassured.


    Norton carried Yvonne to the car and sped away, heading straight to his hotel.


    Inside the presidential suite of the five-star hotel, Yvonney in bed, now dressed in soft, clean pajamas that Norton had changed her into. He sat by her side, his gaze fixed on her flushed face, every line of his expression tight with worry.


    The doctor had recently left, advising against a fever-reducing injection for now due to the risk of side effects. Instead, he prescribed medication, with the caveat that they could revisit the injection if there was no improvement by nightfall.


    Norton kept touching her forehead, monitoring every slight variation in warmth.


    Leif, in the meantime, had already prepared the medicine.


    He brought a tray over and offered it to Norton. “Mr. Burke, the medicine’s ready.”


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    Norton epted the tray and set it gently on the nightstand, giving Leif a nod to dismiss him.


    Always thoughtful, Leif had included a spoon in case Yvonne couldn’t manage to drink the liquid medicine herself.


    Norton helped Yvonne sit up, picked up the spoon, tested the liquid’s heat, and attempted to feed her. But she wouldn’t open her mouth, no matter what he tried. “Still so stubborn—even sick, you won’t let up? I can’t get you to open up at all.”


    Yvonne winced faintly, the pain silencing her.


    Norton let out a slow breath, ncing between the untouched medicine and her fevered, weary face.


    Then he made up his mind. He took a small sip from the cup, then gently drew her closer, pressing his lips to hers to transfer the medicine.


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