When Ethan Bennett woke up the next day, his mind was confused and his whole body was sore. His typhoid fever had not yet healed and he was still cold all over. He huddled in Blake Harrison's arms out of fear of the cold. Blake Harrison was sleepy and hugged his waist and back, subconsciously tightening her embrace.
He pressed his forehead uncomfortably. His head was still dizzy and his breathing was not smooth. Before he could catch his breath, he heard a noise outside. Someone knocked on the door twice casually and broke in without waiting for an answer. The footsteps were noisy and the movement was quite loud. Blake Harrison seemed to be woken up and suddenly opened his eyes.
Ethan Bennett's room was simply laid out. A few steps into the door, there was a bed. The steward, Chang Shan, brought five or six attendants, standing in front of their bed one step away, saying, "Master..."
Blake Harrison frowned. He didn't seem to have slept well. In addition, he was suddenly woken up, and his eyes were red. His voice was full of anger, and he said gloomily: "Changshan, you are so uninvited. Who gave you the courage?"
"Sir, it was Changshan who was rude. We had to make an emergency decision. I just received a letter saying that Mr. Zeng was on a business trip to Nanjing and was visiting you via Yangzhou. He got off the Guazhou ferry two hours ago and will be here in a blink of an eye."
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