Ember's Mysterious Phone

When they reached Adrien's home, he asked, "Where is the doctor?"

"Sir, he is on the way," his driver replied.

Adrien hurried to his room and noticed that Ember was completely drenched. He asked the maid, "Could you change her clothes?"

The maid replied, "Sir, we don't have girls' clothes here."

"Just pick something from my room," he said, gently placing Ember on his bed before exiting the room.

Adrien didn't sit down; instead, he waited outside for the maid to finish her task. In a few minutes, she informed him, "Sir, I am done."

"Okay, you may leave," he said. As she left, the maid added, "Sir, I think you need to change; you're also wet."

"I will," he replied, glancing back at Ember. He thought, "How can someone look so innocent and cute?" Adrien brushed some strands of wet hair away from her face and noticed her hair was still damp. "Let me blow-dry it; otherwise, you'll catch a cold," Adrien decided. He retrieved a hairdryer from his dressing area, connected it nearby, and gently blow-dried her hair.

When he finished, he found his face dangerously close to Ember's—her fair skin, long eyelashes, and soft lips. Embarrassed by his own thoughts, a sudden knock on the door startled him, causing him to slip off the bed. "Ouch! What am I thinking?"

"Sir, the doctor is here," the driver called.

Adrien quickly composed himself and said, "Let him in."

"Hello, doctor. Sorry for calling you so late," Adrien apologized.

The doctor asked, "So, she is the patient. What happened to her?"

Adrien explained, "She fainted in the rain and got all wet."

"I will examine her; you can wait outside," the doctor suggested.

"No, you can examine her while I am here," Adrien said, his face showing concern.

"Okay, you can stay," the doctor agreed and began his examination. After a while, he said, "She is all fine, but she has a slight fever. I don't know why, but I believe something is bothering her, which is why she fainted. When she wakes up, she may have a slight headache. I will write a prescription for some medication; you can pick it up."

"Thank you. But when will she wake up?" Adrien asked.

"She will wake up in a few hours. She'll be hungry when she does, so have something ready for her to eat," the doctor replied.

Adrien called the maid and instructed her, "Make a light meal for her."

"Okay," she replied and left the room.

Then Adrien sat next to Ember and said softly, "She's sleeping, but I can tell it's not a peaceful night's sleep. I don't know what happened, but I know the person who made you like this is that bastard." He held her hand, noticing her unease. She was trembling and murmuring, "Emir... Emir, why did you do this? Why did you hide it from me? Am I just a plaything to you that you won't tell me about your identity?" As she spoke, her grip on Adrien's hand tightened. He gently patted her head to comfort her, and after a few moments, the trembling began to subside, and her grip loosened.

A knock on the door made Adrien realize he needed to step out. "Sir, it's me," the driver called.

"Yes," he replied, exiting the room so Ember wouldn't wake up.

"Sir, this is the madam's phone; she left it on the street," the driver explained, handing over the phone to Adrien.

"Thank you; you may leave. It's late at night," Adrien said.

As he checked her phone, he saw that it was locked. He tried the password using her name "Ember" and then "Dylan," but neither worked. He thought of a new name, "Emir," and the phone unlocked. He was perplexed as to why she was tracking someone by the name of his friend. "Why is she doing this?" Adrien wondered.

The phone's wallpaper displayed Dylan's photo, which raised more questions in his mind. "Let me call her family," he thought as he checked the call log.