Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything

Arriving on the second floor, Lisa immediately stepped in front of Oscar's door. At first, the woman wanted to knock on the door, remembering what happened a few days ago. But this late hour made her sure that Oscar was asleep and wouldn't be listening to her knocking. Finally, while saying a prayer, Lisa opened the door to the man's room.

Lisa pushed the slightly ajar door to Oscar's room and saw the figure of a man lying on the bed. The only light in the room came from the small lamp on the table next to the bed. The cold air made Lisa's hair stand on end.

"Have you slept yet?" Lisa whispered. Half of her was sure that the man was asleep, but half of her was afraid that Oscar would just pretend to be asleep and then pounce on her when she was standing next to him.

5 seconds, 10 seconds, 15 seconds…. No answer came from Oscar before Lisa stepped closer to the man's bed. It was only when she stood beside her ex-husband's bed that Lisa realized something was wrong. Oscar's eyes were tightly shut and even though the room temperature was cold, the man was still sweating profusely.

The look on his face seemed to be telling that he was in pain.

Lisa frowned. Was Oscar having a nightmare? Or was his arm so sore that he was sweating profusely?

Like what Lisa had often heard, if someone had a bad dream they had to be woken up quickly. Normally those words were only meant for children, but what was wrong with him waking Oscar up now?

Lisa reached out her hand, wanting to wake him from his nightmare. But the moment her palm touched Oscar's shoulder, Lisa immediately gasped in surprise. Why did the man's body temperature feel so hot!?

Indeed, when Lisa took Oscar's medicine in the doctor's office, the female doctor said that Oscar might have some fever in the next few days. But Lisa didn't expect that Oscar's body temperature was so hot, like the scorching sun at noon!

Without saying much, Lisa rushed to the bathroom. The woman grabbed two small towels in the cupboard while filling the basin with warm water. Just when she thought that the warm water was enough, Lisa returned to Oscar's room with the basin and the small towel.

Lisa soaked one of the small towels in warm water, wrung it out, then placed it on Oscar's forehead. For the next few minutes, the woman sat beside his bed and did the same thing over and over. She soaked a small towel, wrung it out, and placed it on the man's forehead.

About 10 minutes later, when Lisa was sure that Oscar's temperature hadn't dropped, the woman rushed out of the room. She descended the stairs, and from the corner of her eye, she could see Mrs. Rusminah is sitting waiting for her on the sofa in the living room.

"Mrs. Rusminah, do you have fever-reducing medicine?" Lisa asked hastily.

Mrs. Rusminah got up from the sofa, "Fever-reducing medicine? Who is sick? Ah, wait a minute, it looks like the stock of fever-reducing medicine is still there."

"Oscar. I don't know why, it's just… Just look for the medicine now," Lisa followed Mrs. Rusminah from behind. The middle-aged woman opened the first aid cabinet located near the kitchen, while Lisa took a plastic cup and filled it with water.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Rusminah had found the medicine and Lisa was ready with a plastic cup filled with water. The two of them then rushed to Oscar's room. The man was still lying unconscious on the bed with a wet towel on his forehead.

Lisa put the glass on the table, then shook Oscar's body. No matter how hard she shook him, Oscar didn't budge and kept his eyes tightly closed. Even though Lisa sat beside the man and was now patting him on the cheek, Oscar still hadn't woken up.

"Hey, wake up! You're burning!"

Since his body temperature was too high, Oscar couldn't digest what Lisa was saying right now. Every time the man tried to open his eyes, his head felt unbelievably dizzy. Oscar realized that he opened his mouth and said something, but he didn't know what to say now.

"Mhm you—"

Lisa narrowed her eyes, "What are you talking about? I can't hear you."

After trying to wake Oscar and tell him to take some medicine, Lisa finally helps the man to sit up. She leaned the blond's back against the back of the bed and rushed to get a fever reducer medicine.

Lisa should have known that her efforts would be in vain. The man's eyes were still tightly shut and his hands were unable to hold the plastic cup alone. She had to hold a glass and help him take the febrifuge.

Not long after Lisa managed to put the pills into Oscar's mouth and help bring the glass to his lips, Oscar coughed and vomited all the contents he tried to swallow.

"Oh my gosh, you can't just take medicine, you can't..." Lisa grumbled in a panicked tone. The woman put the plastic cup on the table, took a towel that was still dry and wiped the man's lips and chest.

Mrs. Rusminah stood not far from Oscar's bed and could only do nothing. If Lisa wasn't panicking and busy taking care of Oscar, it was certain that she would scold Mrs. Rusminah completely! Why is that middle-aged woman just standing still and doing nothing!?

"Ouch, what should I do now..." Mrs. Rusminah muttered to herself. The woman squeezed the hem of her shirt and looked at the figure of the man who looked powerless with pitying eyes. "Mr Oscar… Ah, is he alright?"

She had been working for Oscar for so long, she hardly ever saw him fall ill. The man visits the gym often and eats vegetables and fruits, making him always healthy and fit. Oscar probably only gets sick once in a year!

Now, seeing the man looking weak due to illness made her not know what to do.

"Mrs. Rusminah, it's better to get out. I can handle this myself." Lisa said, gently pushing her away. Instead of being panicked by hearing Mrs. Rusminah's chatter, it was better for the middle-aged woman to come out.

"You better rest, it's getting late."