"What?" Amelia's face showed an even more astonished look than before.

"Really!" The little guy said," He's just cold on the outside but warm on the inside, rather reserved. He wants you to stay too, and for the sake of our hard work, say yes to me!"

After hearing this, Amelia felt a warm flow in her heart and said, "Thank you, baby, I promise you!"

Alan jumped up with joy in an instant: "Great! fairy, rest assured, I will take good care of you! A good gentleman will never let any lady down!"

Amelia chuckled and reached out to rub the little guy's soft hair, ready to go downstairs and say thanks to Kevin.

As she turned, she felt a sudden dizziness in her head, rubbed her forehead and forced herself to steady her steps.

When she reached the staircase, she happened to see Kevin walking slowly. She felt inexplicably nervous, and the dizziness became more and more obvious. In a moment of inattention, she missed a step.

Amelia's pupils constricted suddenly and she covered her head and closed her eyes forcefully.

The next second, just as she was about to fall downstairs, a figure walked up and held her in his arms at the waist.

What he grabbed, however, was a searing heat. Kevin frowned coldly, thinking of the scenes from last night, his throat tightened slightly, then he thought of something, his arched eyebrows twisted, and his big palm seized her slender and soft waist.

He gave off an extremely comfortable coolness. Amelia slowly came to her senses, opened her elk eyes, and met the man's slightly sullen face. Only then did she notice that she had been picked up by the man in such an ambiguous posture. Her cheeks flushed and she immediately apologized, "Mr.Flynn, I'm sorry to have caused you trouble. Please let me down!"

As she spoke, she struggled to push him away, but saw that the man's eyes grew darker and a glimmer of light shone directly onto her face.

Kevin glanced down at her and hugged her tightly, his low voice carrying an irresistible authority: "Don't move, you have a fever." It was a man's characteristic cool tobacco scent, lingering at the tip of her nose, Amelia's heart quickened its rhythm, subconsciously grasping her chest, looking at him feebly, half of her body almost pressed against him, her eyes blurred, because of the fever, her fair cheeks turned pink, and her bright red lips pouted slightly, looking at him in confusion, a bit confused by the fever, She suddenly forgot what she was going to do...

Such a posture, such a seductive look, his Adam's apple rolls, his breath becomes deeper, this woman is always intentionally or unintentionally teasing his self-control, damn it, he actually feels something he shouldn't have!

Kevin's hand strength intensified... Alan had already gone downstairs and, upon hearing the commotion, ran over again in small steps, looking anxious and saying, "Dad, don't stand here talking nonsense and wasting time!" Hurry up and carry the fairy upstairs, you're really not good at taking care of people. You must have done something bad to the fairy, HMPH!"

Amelia heard this vaguely and thought of what had happened in the morning, her cheeks burning even more.

But her head was dizzy and her consciousness was getting more and more blurred.

Kevin gave him a cold glance. Alan subconsciously shrank his neck and muttered under his breath, "It was Dad's fault anyway. He's grown up and still so immature!"

Amelia didn't hear. The man was already carrying her upstairs, and Alan was clinging to the corner of his coat.

He took advantage of the moment when Kevin was bending over to place Amelia in bed, lifted his hand and quickly fished out his phone from his pocket, then quickly dialed a string of numbers, and as soon as they answered, he urgently said, "Doctor, come quickly!" With that, he hung up and was about to put the phone back in Kevin's pocket.

But now he was standing up straight, and Alan, standing on his feet, couldn't reach his pocket. He looked at his father with a heavy heart: "Dad, it's because you're so careless that you can't get married."

Kevin looked at him coldly and gave a faint "oh".

That attitude was very cold.

"And, and, if I hadn't tried to keep the fairy, Dad would have been out of the question!" said Alan, not to be outdone. Kevin gave him a glance: "Are you sure you came up with the idea?"

Alan pursed his lips, snorted extremely unwillingly and said, "Well, it was you who reminded me that I could ask the fairy for leave."

Kevin nodded with satisfaction. Father and son have had this tacit understanding for many years. If he hadn't deliberately said that, Alan would never have expected to ask Amelia for leave.

Alan, however, was unhappy, outwitted by his own father, and refused to give in to his presence: "Even so, the fairy wouldn't stay without me!"

"You won't have to call her fairy soon."

"Yes, I am so lovely. When fairy moves in with me, she will surely love me, and when I grow up I will marry her!" Alan rested his chin in his hands and thought happily, completely ignoring Kevin's increasingly dark face.

"Aren't you always clamoring for mom?" Kevin gave him a mysterious look.

"Dad, what do you mean?" Alan asked unhappily.

"Literally, understand it yourself." Kevin curled a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Alan had already twisted his little legs into bed and declared, "Dad, even if you like fairy, it's no use. She likes me. Dad, you have no chance!"

Kevin replied calmly, "Try it."

"When it comes to men's dignity, I will never give you anything!" Alan scratched his bottom and said.

HMPH, Dad, I'll let you know my greasiness!

Amelia, in a daze, felt as if she had been gently placed on the bed. After covering herself with the quilt, footsteps rushed over to give her a detailed examination and put on an intravenous drip.

At this moment, perhaps because of the medicine, her consciousness returned little by little, but her body was still weak and feeble.

"Dad, you can go now. I'll take care of the fairy all by myself," Alan said in a soft voice.

"Are you sure? If the wrong medicine is used, she will remain ill all the time." Kevin's words carried a threat.

Alan looked at the weak Amelia on the bed and pursed his lips unwillingly, saying, "Dad, I'm giving you such a good chance to show off. You must take good care of the beautiful I!"

Not hearing Kevin's reply, Amelia felt the temperature drop a few points, her heart was pounding, and she wanted to say no, but found no strength at all.

While dozing off, Amelia felt someone sitting beside her bed, probing the temperature of her forehead, staring at her all the time, not feeling uncomfortable but strangely relieved.

When Amelia fanned her eyelashes and opened her eyes again, the sky outside the window was getting darker.

She saw a figure sitting on the edge of her bed, and her expression froze.

When she saw clearly who the man was, she let out a breath and said in a dry throat, "Alan, have you been here with me all the time? ! Alan tilted his little head and looked at her, saying with endless resentment, "It's not me, it's Dad..."