"Don't move too much," Jonathan ordered to his wife as Stefani gave him her famous death glare. This time, though, the glare became a weak stare. Jonathan placed his hand on Stefani's forehead and sure it was, the younger's fever had risen by another degree Celsius.

The phone on the bedside table vibrated and Jonathan sighed as he stood up to get the device.

While glancing at his sick wife on the bed, the New HE Group CEO answered the phone. "Yes. I'll send it in a few. What? Okay. Tell me the details."

Stefani's face was all red from the fever and opened her lips, "Just go..."

Jonathan frowned,...