The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar!-Chapter 49: Ian Rowe Has a Fever

Maya Monroe slowly turned over and went back to sleep. As a villain, she shouldn’t be doing good deeds like "saving people," should she? Kindness is a trait a villain absolutely can’t possess, or else how would the protagonist stand on a moral high ground and slap faces?

Maya had thought all the things through clearly. She plugged her ears, forcing herself into sleep, but the barely-there breathing sound behind her was like pins pricking, impossible to ignore.

Maya couldn’t stay calm anymore. The script didn’t mention Ian Rowe having a fever, so how should she proceed with the plot now? What should she do with this unexpected event?

Perhaps just leave him be, after all, an important character won’t easily be killed off like that.

Maya irritably rubbed her hair. But what if something happened to Ian? Not even mentioning death, but what if he got addled by the fever? The male lead Eric Rowe’s wings were not fully formed yet, and Kiki Monroe hadn’t yet gotten her resources from Ian Rowe; he couldn’t die now! Without his drive, there was no way for the plot to progress!

This was the strangest mission world Maya had ever encountered; there were so many bugs. The book’s author hadn’t written many details clearly, leaving Maya to act based on guesses. The antique bracelet was a perfect example. She had inadvertently crushed Kiki Monroe, resulting in the storyline where "Yolanda Sawyer favored Kiki Monroe" never even appearing!

Maya hesitated for a moment, but finally got out of bed.

The room was softly lit in a warm, blurry glow. Ian Rowe’s handsome face was as if gilded, with an intoxicating red on it, looking quite different from his usual cold and ascetic demeanor. His constant oppressive gaze was now shut, like the spirit of a mysterious forest creature.

Maya marveled internally, extending her hand to pat Ian Rowe’s cheek, her actions were unreserved.

"Hey, wake up, stop sleeping!"

Ian Rowe showed no response.

Maya frowned tightly, unwillingly patted his cheek once more.

Still no response. Maya murmured a few words under her breath, feeling extremely irritable.

Maya remembered she seemed to have the family doctor’s number on her phone. Her phone was on the table, but closer to Ian Rowe’s side, a bit far from her. To reach her phone, she’d have to climb over Ian Rowe.

Maya, for the first time, resented her own laziness. Why did she have to be so lazy? Had she known, she definitely wouldn’t have tossed the phone on the side closer to Ian Rowe for convenience.

Though she could go around from her side to get it, Maya was too lazy; she didn’t want to go such a big circle at all.

Maya gritted her teeth in frustration but still crawled out of the cozy, warm quilt. She only needed to get hold of the family doctor. They could treat Ian Rowe, and she could take her quilt to sleep in the guest room.

Maya carefully edged over. As soon as she lifted her foot, she felt a binding on it, followed by a forceful pull. As she fell into Ian Rowe’s arms, only one thought was in Maya’s mind; thankfully, she fell onto the bed. If she had landed head first on the ground, whether she’d die or not wouldn’t be the problem, but getting a head injury would be bad!

Maya was filled with lingering fear, while Ian Rowe rested his head on her shoulder, hot breath sprayed onto Maya’s neck. He clutched Maya tightly and softly murmured one word: "Cold..."

Maya was completely frozen, not daring to move an inch. Was Ian Rowe always this clingy when he had a fever?

Speaking of, why did he start having a fever all of a sudden? The script didn’t mention this at all! Could it be that authors who write nonsense like this skimped on their work again?

Maya tried to break free from Ian Rowe’s hold, cursing continuously in her mind.

"Cold is fine; I’ll give you my quilt..."

Maya could barely maintain her cool, because Ian Rowe was so strong that she simply couldn’t break free. Meanwhile, Ian Rowe unconsciously nudged forward, and his high nose bridge grazed her collarbone, sending a tingling sensation immediately.

Maya practically had no idea how she spent the past five minutes. She finally managed to move and get her phone, but Ian Rowe’s arm was still wrapped around her waist.

"Don’t go..."

The voice was faint, Maya almost doubted she heard wrong. She looked at Ian Rowe’s face, already devoid of its usual coldness, replaced by a sickly look.

The family doctor arrived soon, a middle-aged man with glasses, looking quite gentle. When he saw the usually aloof and domineering Ian Rowe clinging to Maya Monroe, he was greatly shocked, even wondering if he had come to the wrong place.

Seeing the family doctor about to leave with the medicine box, Maya raised her hand and spoke up to retain him: "Doctor, Ian Rowe has a fever, clings tightly! Quick, come and take a look at him!"

Only then did the doctor understand the situation, but he never expected Ian Rowe to be this clingy after having a fever. After all, he had been The Rowe Family’s doctor for some years, almost never seen Ian Rowe sick; he was healthy, rarely even catching a cold.

To diagnose, he first needed to separate Ian Rowe and Maya Monroe.

The doctor hurriedly put down the medicine box, and with Maya, managed to pull Ian Rowe away. Maya regained her freedom, while Ian Rowe lay back on the bed.

The doctor slightly gasped for breath: "Madam, don’t worry, I will cure Mr. Rowe!"

Maya, filled with lingering fear, moved back a bit, nodded at the doctor, and didn’t plan to retrieve her quilt covering Ian Rowe, for she wouldn’t be able to handle any more special situations happening. Anyway, there were prepared quilts in the guest room, with servants cleaning daily; Maya wasn’t afraid of being cold. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Watching Maya quickly get off the bed, dragging her slippers to leave, the doctor was stunned: "Madam, where are you going?"

On Maya’s feet were Pikachu slippers, and she was wearing oversized, warm pajamas. "Fashion" had always been a foreign concept to her. She turned around, her bright face slightly flushed, like tender peach blossoms: "I... won’t interfere with you treating him here, will I? You treat boldly, I’ll go sleep in the guest room for a while."

Maya finished speaking and yawned again, honestly saying, "I am quite tired..."

If it were daytime, she might play a few games on her phone for a distraction, but this was late at night. With the drowsiness hitting fiercely, she really couldn’t hold out any longer.

The doctor’s expression instantly turned a bit subtle.

The husband was unconscious with a fever, yet the wife Maya Monroe snuck off to the guest room to sleep soundly.

Mr. Rowe’s marital status was evidently more intriguing than his accolades and honors.

Maya waited for two seconds but didn’t hear a reply from the doctor, so she simply opened the door and slipped out. She was truly quite sleepy.

The doctor, witnessing Maya unapologetically shutting the door, looked at the unconscious person on the bed, uncertain whether he should feel sympathetic.