Chapter 360 He’s Got a Fever

The confusion on Dalton’s face made it clear that he had no idea what was happening. Meryl quickly realized that this chaos wasn’t something he had caused.

“Could Lydia have done this?” she wondered.

Meryl glanced around the room but couldn’t pinpoint the source of the strange smell.

She walked to the windows and threw them open to let in some fresh air.

Dalton’s clothes were soaked through, but his cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness. He stared at Meryl, bewildered.

At that moment, he looked like a lost, helpless puppy.

Meryl hesitated for a moment, then looked away, realizing it wasn’t a good idea for her to stay any longer.

The effects of the drug seemed to be potent. Even after inhaling just a small amount, she felt weak all over.

She turned to leave, but Dalton suddenly grabbed her ankle.

His usually cold and aloof eyes were now filled with confusion, and his voice was hoarse.

“Meryl, you’re leaving? You’re just going to leave me here?”

She stood rigidly, every muscle in her body tense.

She could hardly believe what she was hearing.

“Why does he sound so pitiful? Is this really the same distant, unapproachable Dalton I know?”

“What’s gotten into you?” Meryl asked, her eyes wide with shock.

Dalton lowered his head, slowly leaning closer, his breathing growing heavier. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

It was clear he was trying to restrain himself, his voice filled with barely suppressed emotion.

“I’m fine.”

Seeing tears slide down the corner of his eye, Meryl was taken aback.

She pulled a tissue from her pocket and handed it to him.

“Here, wipe your tears. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

She knew that as a public figure in Kingsdom, Dalton couldn’t afford for people to find out he had clung to a woman’s leg, crying after falling into the lake. It would ruin him.

After saying that, she tried to pull her leg free.

But Dalton only held on tighter.

“Meryl, what do I have to do for you to notice me? Why don’t…”

“I’ve already admitted my mistakes. Can you forgive me?”

Meryl sighed. “There’s no going back for us.”

Dalton only cried harder after hearing that.

Meryl felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. She hadn’t expected him to break down like this.

“Did falling into the water mess with his head?” she wondered.

“Dalton would never have let me see him cry before.”

Meryl gently patted his back, her tone calm. “I really should go.”

She reached out, trying to gently push him away.

But the moment her hand touched his forehead, she yanked it back.

Dalton’s skin was burning hot. Meryl realized he had a fever.

“So, he was just rambling earlier?” She thought.

Relieved, she spoke softly, “I’ll get a doctor for you.”

She twisted the doorknob but found that the door wouldn’t budge.

Frowning, she wondered if it was broken or if someone had locked it from the outside.

Behind her, Dalton suddenly sneezed. “Meryl, could you grab me some clothes? They’re in the wardrobe right next to you.”

Meanwhile, over on the terrace…

The fireworks had fizzled out, leaving the night sky dark once more, and the crowd was starting to disperse.

Lydia came rushing through the crowd, her face pale and stricken, as if she had seen something terrifying.

Charlotte noticed her and felt a surge of anger. She thought Lydia was being far too reckless.

However, with so many people around, Charlotte couldn’t scold her directly. Instead, she shot Lydia a sharp glare.

Startled, Lydia took two steps back, accidentally bumping into Cameron.

“Well, what’s the matter with you? You look awful. Did something happen?” Cameron asked.