What a shitty day.

And you haven't even reached the half of it.

Your body felt so heavy and you couldn't exactly move without feeling sick. Yes, you are now suffering because of a fever, and of course, what will you blame other than the act you pulled last night just to impress your parents. The very day you decided it wouldn't be hurt to act lovey-dovey with your fiancé.. Only to be hit with an illness after all that.. Sigh.
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You reached for your phone, using the last bit of your energy to do so. It wasn't long before you arrived to the comic you haven't finished reading yet. It was all about, uh, boy's love and there were some scenes that were explicit but you loved every inch of it. You tossed and turned as you read, not even bothering to hide your squeals since you were the only one inside the room anyways, so why bother. "Yohan is just a cutie," you said outloud with a satisfied look on your face once you reached the fluffiest point of the said comic.

You weren't really expecting any visitors, so you just lounged around without a care in the world, your focus only directed towards what you were reading. You see, to those who are interested, the title is 'Sign'. The plot is just adorable and humorous enough since it had its quirk and all. The main character was some commoner who had quite the undesired life, and luckily enough, he managed to land himself a job on a mute person's café. Apparently, even though he was differently abled, his boss was able to talk without a hitch. there was onlyone problem about that, though. His boss' voice was just so alluring that just by hearing it, he becomes aroused.

Too indulged in your own world, you didn't hear the footsteps that was just outside your quarters. The door slammed open and the shriek that came out of you wasn't exactly the most lady-like. "What the hell," and you can't even manage to scream that out for your shriek of surprise sucked out all the power you have left. "I head that you were sick. But it seems like you're doing fine," he said as he walked towards where you were lying on, and you couldn't help but inch away once you saw his incoming form. "Who said that? My immune system's not that easy to get through so blah blah blah.." And you continued to blabber, hoping that this'd drive him away.

"You're slurring your words," was his only comment and you could only do nothing but give in, sighing afterwards. "I know," and you soon buried your self deep under your covers, not even caring if you looked vulnerable as of the moment. You winced once you felt his cold hand on top of your forehead, but if didn't take long for you to ease into his touch. Damn it.

"Your temperature's too high. I'll call for my butler to contact the nearest hospital and have them close down for the meantime to prepare for your arrival," and as soon as he took out his phone, you immediately bolted forward, grabbing his wrists to prevent him from continuing with his plan. "I'm fine! I've already taken my meds so we don't have to go that far," you now plopped down on your bed, regret filling you for acting on impulse since your sudden jolt caused your already painful headache to get worse."

"Are you sure? Or I could just get the best doctors in the U.S to take care of you." Shaking your head as he proposed that ridiculous plan, you just gave him a thumbs up, too tired to open your mouth to rant on his atrocious way of thinking. Just because you two were rich doesn't mean that things needed to be so extra-

"Sorry," your closed eyes opened without a haste once you heard him apologize to you. Even though his voice wasn't the loudest when that was blurted by him, he was close enough to you that it reached your ears with no problems. "For what?"

"I don't have any knowledge as to how I can treat a sick person. Ever since I was a child, professional doctors were the ones who usually treated me." Well, you weren't actually surprised by that. With how wealthy his family was, you would be more shocked if that wasn't how he was cared for.

"It's alright, really. This will be gone tomorrow. But right now, I really do want.." You trailed off, and he was quick to ask you with what you desired to have. "McDonalds would be great," and he was quick to judge you with your choice of food. "Are you sure? Not from five-star restaurants or what?" He once again inquired for he wanted to make you re-think your decisions.

You bobbed your head up and down, and you hoped that was enough for him not to question your fondness with the said fastfood chain. "Alright," and he was out of your sight, presumably going to a place quiet enough where his call wouldn't be disrupted by noises. Feeling your eyelids grow heavy, you couldn't fight the sleepiness that wanted nothing more than to overtake your consciousness.
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"Y/n?"

And with the call of your name, you woke up from your slumber. "What is it?" And you were startled to know that he was still here. You assumed that he would leave the 'order-receiving' part to the servants of the estate.

"What would you like?"

"Anything on the menu would be fine."

"No need to hold back, after all, one of their establishments is under your name now."

If you were still on the brink of sleeping once again just before he said that, you were now wide awake, unable to comprehend what he has said. You heard it wrong, right?

"Why do you look surprised? I thought you wanted McDonalds?"

And now, he was accusing you?

"Their food, damn it. Not the whole company!"