Chapter 939 Is This Little Bean Sprout's Home?

Boyle was making dinner in the kitchen during the evening. He was startled by a loud shattering sound coming from upstairs. Boyle rushed upstairs and when he opened the door, he was greeted by Cherie lying in bed while she reeled in pain. Her face looked incredibly pale as she was covered in cold sweat and it seemed she had broken a vase. The vase was shattered while water was spilled all over the ground. Boyle strode over to her and immediately hugged her into his arms before reaching out and moving her long hair away from her sweat covered face. Cherie could not stop coughing while she grabbed onto Boyle's shirt by his waist tightly as she spoke in a weak tone, "I feel awful, Boyle." The first thing that Boyle thought of was that she was having a fever but when he reached out to feel her forehead, it was not warm. However, he grabbed a thermometer and shoved it underneath her armpits. He took her temperature and it read 36.7 celsius. She did not have a fever and her temperatu