My Lady Chef { La Vita Series } - Volume 1

Extra Chapter: The Duchess gets Cravings and then gets Sick

Ely's POV:

It was just a fever.

A simple fever due to me overworking myself for two days.

And yet.....

The moment Linda checked my temperature by laying a hand on my heated forehead.

That was the start of everyone panicking.

The moment my hand maid left the room to inform someone.

I heard Ezran's shouts of "Get the doctor now!" And Milford's "Oh dear! Prepare some ice water and clean clothes!"

Sweat dripped past my neck as the heat made my body feel sticky.

So hot.

The door flew open and my husband was beside me, his face was heavy with worry as he held me.

"I...guess I over did it." my wry smile did not crack the look of apprehension on his handsome face.

He placed his forehead on mine and grunted with worry.

"Fever is high. Not good." He shook his head and frantically rang the bell rope near our bed. "Milford! Linda!"

The butler and my hand maid arrived not a moment too soon. Linda was carrying a stack of clean clothes and towels while Milford directed 3 maids who had buckets of cool ice water in their hands.

Soon I felt several hands give me a quick body wiping and I moaned with relief as the trapped heat in my body lessened.

"Where is Doctor Romero?" I heard my husband's voice as the cool feeling of a new gown being placed on me was a lethargic sensation.

"She will be here soon, milord. Worry not. The duchess will be fine."

"Husband." I called out and his hand grasped mine while the everyone left after they cleaned me up.

"I am here, wife." He kissed my finger tips. The tender, concerned stare made me smile a bit.

"This is not that bad. I just over did it. It will go away in a few days."

"It was a mistake to make love to you last night eventhough you were clearly exhausted." He growled as he caressed my cheek. "But you practically seduced me with your lewd touching....and I couldn't resist. I should have resisted."

Hot memories of our night flashed through my mind and I blushed.

Eversince we confessed to each other, we have been making love every night. Multiple times no matter how tired we are.

Like we have separate stamina for sex.

But it seems like I reached my limit first.

I regret nothing.

But I made everyone worry again.

"I'll get better. Don't look so sad, husband." My parched throat felt scratchy as Ezran offered me a glas of water. "Thanks."

His red gaze turned dark as I licked my lips after the drink, he turned his face away and muttered something.

"What?" I asked him.

He was still close to me, cradling my body as he shifted.

An obvious swollen bump in between his legs brushed my fevered body.

And I understood.

"...I should stay away, wife. I am getting aroused, and you are sick..."

"Hahahahaa...Oh husband." I took pity on him and released his hand and he move to the chair beside the bed.