Chapter 118

The foco dishes were unusual restaurant fare, but their fragrance was potent. He ate it. He said softly, “The…” They cut down. Stellat tasted the spicy farm [presumably "fare"] and realized it was yummy. The fragrance filled his mouth. "It smelled like this? It's my first time eating it. It's not bad," he said. "I can cook it like this. Other than meat, it can also be made into dessert. I found it by the stream when I entered the forest this morning. I do some back [unclear]. If it's too hot at noon, I can make dessert," Odalys said.

Freya was still a little sleepy. She held her face sideways and looked at Odalys.

While they were eating breakfast, screams came from next door.

"Did he have a fever?" someone whispered.

Atlas looked concerned. He rose from the bed, frightened, and looked at Finnian's pale face. If he hadn't felt Finnian's body temperature, he would have thought Finnian was dead.

"How did this happen? He didn't eat anything else besides stale bread last night," Francis said.

They helped Finnian sit up and gave him some water.

When Sophis heard their voices, she hurried over in her pajamas. Because her nightgown was a slip, and she wasn't wearing underwear, she was somewhat exposed.

She didn't care and quickly went next door.

Pushing open the door, she saw Finnian's distressed expression. She quickly went to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

The two men looked up in surprise. They hadn't expected her to enter; it was a men's room, making her presence inappropriate.

"He seems to be sick," Francis said.

Seeing her exposed chest, Francis quickly looked away.

"Let me see," Sophia stepped forward. Francis quickly made way for her.

She sat and hugged Finnian, letting him lean on her shoulder as she patted his face and said, "Finnian, wake up."

"Sophia," Atlas watched her hug Finnian affectionately. She was dressed inappropriately, and he was displeased. He clenched his fists and moved to separate them.

Sophia ignored him. "He feels a little hot. He probably caught a cold last night."

As she spoke, she secretly gave Finnian a pill, then water, forcing him to swallow it.

"What did you give him?" Francis asked warily. The biggest taboo for celebrities was eating other people's food, especially medicine. He suspected something was wrong with the water she gave him last night, but lacked evidence.

(Is there something wrong with the glass of water last night?)

Finnian always exercised; how could he fall ill from the rain last night? Am I the only one who thinks there's a problem with Sophia? She wanted to harm Odalys in the last variety show. Don't tell me she's trying to…

Chapter 119

She just gave him medicine and stuffed it into his mouth. Could it be drugs?

Netizens were anxious. Seeing this early in the morning, many wanted to intervene. The medicine was stuffed into Finnian's mouth. After taking it, he leaned against Sophia, their position ambiguous, like a couple.

"Sophia, why don't you go to your room and change before coming here?" Atlas was furious, looking at her exposed nightdress. He was upset; her family had always protected her well. Francis and Finnian had seen it – how could he feel good?

"It's fine. Let's wait until he wakes up," Sophia said quietly, nervous and unconcerned about anything else. Last night, he drank the last cup of magic water. With this medicine, Finnian was tied to her; even if unwilling, there was nothing he could do. However, she was still nervous and wanted to see the medicine take effect.

"Hiss," Finnian groaned, slowly opening his eyes to see Francis and Atlas. He patted his head, confused, whispering, "What's wrong?"

Sophia quickly replied, "You're sick. I just gave you medicine. How do you feel? Are you unwell anywhere? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Finnian shuddered at her voice, turning to look at her. His cold gaze softened.

"Sorry I worried you. I'm fine," Finnian said, sitting up and leaning into her arms, touching her head. "Don't worry, I'm much better now."

His voice was gentle, his eyes bright, as if he'd had a crush on her for a long time.

"You're fine! That's good. You scared me to death." Sophia smiled smugly, pushing him gently and covering her chest. "Then I'll go back to my room to change, in case the photographer misunderstands."

Francis was silent, observing her before focusing on Finnian.

"Good girl. Just go quickly," Finnian said hoarsely.

The two men watched their interaction, confused. Yesterday, Finnian seemed impatient, but now he was affectionate, intolerant of anyone but her.

"Then I'll go back to my room," Sophia said, glancing at him. Seeing the deep affection in Finnian's eyes, she raised her chin arrogantly and left.

Finnian leaned against the headboard, chuckling, "How naughty."

Atlas was silent, frowning. Something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint it. Francis quickly found an excuse, grabbing a towel to wash his face. Atlas followed, still looking…

Chapter 119 (continued)

Later, they washed up and realized Group I was having breakfast. An angry Finnian walked toward Sophia. He held out a plate of spicy fare and offered it to her.

"What…" Sophia's heart trembled. Group B looked at them strangely. Freya suddenly snatched the plate, saying, "Are you crazy? If you want to eat, make your own! Why are you snatching food?"

Finnian rushed over, his eyes cold, reaching for Freya's neck. Freya was shocked, but too late.

"Finnian, what are you doing?" Stellat went forward, seeing Finnian grab Freya's neck. Before Finnian could exert force, a fork flew at him, hitting his arm. [The ending is cut off.]

This cleaned-up version addresses grammar, punctuation, and clarifies unclear sections. However, some phrases remain ambiguous due to possible typos or unclear original wording (e.g., "spicy farm," "do some back"). The story's narrative also contains some inconsistencies and abrupt shifts.