Confused about what had happened, Be turned to check on Tristan. She was even more shocked to see her husband now sleeping, leaning against the headboard, his head hung low and his chin almost touching his corbone.

"T-Tristan, why... why do you sleep like that?" Be asked. Her throat felt sore, and her voice sounded hoarse, barely audible.

She felt terrible seeing her husband sleeping while sitting; he must have been exhausted waiting for her.

Be put her hand on her forehead to check her body temperature. After feeling her temperature had returned to normal, she smiled while ncing again at Tristan.

She didn’t want to wake him, so she tried to sit beside him and gently ced his head on her shoulder.

However, Tristan opened his eyes before his head leaned on Be’s shoulder. Panic radiated from his reddish eyes when he saw her sitting beside him.

"Be, when did you wake up? How do you feel now?" Tristan asked, putting her hand on her forehead.

"Just a few minutes before you wake up. I feel better now. My body is no longer shivering, and I can also feel my fever is gone," Be said dly with a thin smile, trying to calm Tristan.

"Thank God..." Tristan ced his hand on Be’s waist and pulled her closer.

"When does the doctor put in this IV? I don’t remember at all."

Tristan was surprised to hear her question, "Oh, you don’t remember or hear what happened?"

Be didn’t answer him immediately. She tried to recall her memories but failed after a few more seconds.

She nodded and said, "Hmm, I only remember you helping me take fever medicine. And... I also vaguely remember you helping me sleep morefortably."

Tristan felt amused recalling what happenedst night. He started to tell Be why they decided to put an IV on her.

When her body temperature spiked again, Tristan immediately called Carlos. Then, Carlos put in an IV so the fever-reducing fluid would work faster. He also gave her vitamins to help her recover quickly.

What amazed Tristan was that Be only woke briefly. She only winced a little when Carlos inserted the IV needle into the back of her hand and immediately slept after they put the IV in.

After hearing her answer, Tristan was now sure that his wife was still half-consciousst night when they put the IV needle in.

"Alright, the important thing is that you are much better now," Tristan said while straightening her messy hair.

Be was stunned. She didn’t recall anything. She seemed exhausted and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

"What time is it now?" Be tried to look outside, but the window curtains were tightly closed; she couldn’t see if the sun had already risen.

ncing at the clock on the nightstand, Be was surprised to find it was already seven a.m. She silently sighed, knowing she had slept too long.

"It looks like the sun is just starting to appear on the horizon. Are you hungry?" Tristan asked.

He got out of bed. After turning off the lights, he walked to the window and opened the curtains to let the sunlight into the room. He also opened the ss door leading to the veranda so fresh air could enter.

"Do you want breakfast now?" Tristan asked, sitting back on the side of the bed next to Be. She nods.

"I’m hungry, but please ask someone to remove this IV before that. I feel ufortable," Be pleaded, looking at the needle on the back of her hand.

Tristan immediately nodded. He took his cell phone and called Carlos.

Carlos’ hoarse voice was heard from the other end, "Tristan?"

There was a short pause, and only a faint groan could be heard on the other end, making Tristan frown.

Tristan asked suspiciously, "What are you doing there?"

Carlos yawned before answering Tristan’s question.

"Of course, I was sleeping. Now I’m awake, thanks to you..." he said sarcastically. "Why did you wake me up this early? Did you forget I’ve only been asleep for an hour?" He cleared his throat.

He felt like he wanted to cry now. This was the first time he had to wait on a patient with a fever; even when he was still an intern in his first year as a resident, he never felt this tense and panicked like he was about to doplicated surgery.

Tristan shook his head as he nced at Be. He was surprised to see her staring at him with a suspicious frown. A loving smile appeared on his lips before he excused himself to walk towards the veranda.

He didn’t want Be to overhear his conversation with Carlos.

"Man, if you want to hear theb results, I’m sorry to say I can’t give you anything because my assistant only left this ce one hour ago. Please be patient," Carlos said.

"I didn’t ask for that information," Tristan responded while pinching his temple. "But I want to ask you toe to my room."

"Right now? Is everything alright there?" Carlos asked in concern. He thought it was too early to check on Be again, right? He had just left their room an hour ago, and he was sure everything would be alright because Be’s fever had rapidly reduced.

"Yes! You need to remove the IV. My wife feels ufortable."

"Oh... my sister-inw is awake?" Carlos’ voice sounded more cheerful, and his sleepiness suddenly disappeared. "Okay, I’lle upstairs soon."

...

After discussing a few things with Carlos, Tristan returned to the room to meet Be. He found her still sitting there, looking at him.

"The doctor will be here soon to remove it," he said while standing by the bed. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Anything warm and delicious. I’m so hungry like I haven’t been eating for days," Be replied, stroking her stomach.

Tristan, noticing her gesture, could only swallow silently. He was really curious about the results of his wife’s blood test.

’Was she really pregnant?’ Tristan wonders. But a secondter, he puts aside his curiosity. He doesn’t want to have high hopes, afraid the result will differ from what he hoped for.

"Okay, I will ask Geoffrey," he said, then sent a couple of texts to Geoffrey.