Benjamin had dated many women before, sharing intimate moments with them. But when he held Celine in his arms, his heartbeat accelerated unexpectedly. He had no time to dwell on this unfamiliar feeling. He gently shook her. "Celine, what's wrong?"

That's when he noticed her hot forehead. Her body radiated alarming heat, a clear sign of a raging fever. It felt like they'd gone from bad to worse.

Celine slowly opened her eyes and tried to stand. "I'm fine."

"You're burning up. Don't pretend. Can you even walk? I'll carry you back."

Celine glanced at Benjamin's injured leg. "Can you manage to carry me?"

Benjamin fell silent, his pride stung. How could he be too weak to carry a young woman? She seemed so light.

Celine chuckled at his reaction and walked back into the house herself. Benjamin followed.

Once inside, Celine crushed medicinal herbs. She turned to Wyatt, who lay unconscious, and forced the mixture into his mouth. Then, she took some herbal medicine herself to lower her fever.

Benjamin watched her closely. Despite her fever, she worked tirelessly, preparing the herbs. Her slender figure seemed even more fragile.

He wanted to help but didn't know how. He could only stand there, feeling useless.

When she finished, Benjamin said, "You should rest on the bed."

He immediately realized the problem: there was only one bed, and he was using it. He pulled back the blanket. "Take the bed. Sleep."

Celine quickly stopped him. "Benjamin, you should rest. Your leg injury is serious. If your wound becomes infected, I'll have to take care of you. I'll just sit for a while."

Benjamin thought for a moment, then looked at her. "Then sleep here too." The bed was big enough for both of them.

Celine hesitated, but Benjamin spoke again before she could refuse. "If you collapse, I won't know what to do. Don't make this harder for me. I'm warning you; I'll leave you behind."

Celine blinked in disbelief. She shouldn't have saved him. She should have let him fend for himself.

Reluctantly, Celine lay down carefully, at the edge of the bed. Her body felt feverish and chilled simultaneously. Her eyelids grew heavy.

"Good night," she muttered softly.

Benjamin slumped onto his side and closed his eyes. Celine fell asleep quickly. Benjamin turned to look at her. She was pressed against the edge of the bed, keeping her distance. Who would have thought he'd end up sharing a bed with her?

Benjamin reached out and spread more of the blanket over her. Celine stirred restlessly. She shivered, and wrapped herself tighter, her lips pale and trembling. She murmured and moved closer. "Celine, what's wrong? What are you saying?"

Her body shook and she whispered, "Too cold." She was burning hot, radiating heat like an ember, but her hands and feet were freezing cold. Her fever had likely reached a dangerous level.

"Cold? Freezing." Benjamin had already given her most of the blanket, hoping it would warm her trembling body, but it wasn't enough. The thin layer of fabric did nothing. She kept shivering.

Benjamin hesitated, his hand hovering over her as he prepared to pull her into his arms, but at the last moment, he pulled his hand back. He couldn't bring himself to do it.