The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra
Chapter 188: Taking Care

Chapter 188: Taking Care

Spade could also be stubborn sometimes if he wanted to. Even if it was Arren, he couldn’t convince him no matter what. And in most cases, it was something like this: he persisted in being with Arren instead.

"But Spade, your fever is so high!" Arren had had his fair share of bad experiences with high fevers before, so he was quite scared of it. And even more so now that it was his boyfriend who had a fever!

"It’s fine, I won’t die because of it." Amidst the serious atmosphere and the headache he was feeling, Spade dared to really joke and laugh it off!

Immediately, Arren had become pissed, as he couldn’t help but hit Spade’s arm weakly. He glared at him, clenching his teeth from the emotions that flowed out of him.

"Stop talking like that! Spade, do you really want me to become mad at you?" Arren’s head also began to throb because of worry, so instead of talking to the alpha who was not taking his condition seriously when he was already worried sick because of him, he decided to just go with two options.

He pursed his lips and found Spade’s phone, which was in the pocket of his suit, and contacted the number he saw. There were a lot of names there, and he just went for the intelligence department. No matter what, he only wanted to let them know and seek an imperial doctor.

His plan was that once the imperial doctor was there and examined Spade’s condition if he suggested that the alpha be hospitalized, he would do it even if he dragged Spade to the hospital!

Arren held Spade’s hand as he watched him while talking on the phone.

"Yes, he’s in our mansion. Please, can an imperial doctor rush here immediately? Okay, I’ll wait for you. I’ll tell the royal guards outside to coordinate with you." He nodded and chewed on his lips, furrowing his brows. "And also, if necessary, prepare the hospital room and security if it’s necessary for Spade to be hospitalized. And... make sure no one else knows about this matter. Other than those people involved, keep it a secret, understand?" He finished with an oppressive and authoritative tone.

Even Arren didn’t notice it, only Spade, who was still listening to their conversation with his eyes closed. Listening to how Arren ordered the agent from the other end as though he were already his subordinate made Spade’s lips arch up, and it turned into a proud grin.

There was nothing wrong with it, after all, Arren was his future empress. Everything that he owned, the Omega could use at his own disposal as he pleased.

After hearing the acknowledgment on the other end, Arren nodded his head and ended the call, just in time to see Spade’s grin on his lips. The crease in between his brows deepened.

"Spade, why are you smiling?" he asked in confusion, not knowing why Spade, who was clearly having a high fever, was smiling out of the blue. Suddenly, his confusion turned to anxiousness, "Wait, are you already having hallucinations? This can’t be, Auntie, what should we do? Yes, we need to wipe him with a damp towel, right?"

As much as Arren wanted to calm down, he still couldn’t help but feel panicky since he had never encountered a sick Spade before; it was always the other way around.

Fortunately, even if the Auntie was slightly affected by Spade’s pheromones and Arren’s, she still had a lot of experience taking care of someone with a fever from her children.

"I’ll get it quickly, and... please, calm yourself, Young Master." The auntie patted Arren’s shoulder before she rushed outside.

Soon, the couple were left in the room. Arren observed Spade to see if his fever really messed with his head now and if he was beginning to have hallucinations.

"Arren, I’m still fine," Spade spoke, low and ragged.

Arren was about to argue, but he was becoming worried that Spade might answer him again, which in turn escalated his fever from talking too much.

"Okay, I know. Just don’t talk, you need to rest. And, let’s get you changed." While waiting for Auntie, Arren noticed that Spade was still wearing his royal suit, and it was stuffy, especially with a fever.

Spade also didn’t answer him but squeezed his hand instead as an answer. Arren smiled with this gesture; his alpha was really obedient this time.

"Get up first, wait, can you do it?" he asked, his hand snaked into the alpha’s suit and he opened some buttons while he was at it. He thought of it and changed his mind, "You don’t need to get up, I’ll just help you take off your clothes," he gently said.

Spade still didn’t say anything, but he cooperated with Arren as he began to remove his royal suit jacket, and the alpha moved his body slightly accordingly so Arren could easily remove his suit.

In fact, Spade still had the strength to move and change his clothes on his own, but on second thought, it wasn’t always that he was sick, and being taken care of by his lover like this was a pleasant feeling. It was fine to take advantage of it.

Arren didn’t immediately remove Spade’s suit; he stood up and found a change of clothes first. He didn’t want to leave Spade yet, but he had to find something. Although, he didn’t know if he could find something that could fit the alpha in his clothes.

Obviously, their build was different. And before he stepped inside his dressing room, he happened to glance at his side. He stopped in his tracks and looked at it, there were packages beside his bedside table.

Right, he ordered something to pass his time. However, this time, they were all... couple stuff and some... toys, cough, Arren decided to focus on what were the couple stuff.

Since he was bored and he missed Spade, as he saw things like those couple shirts, jackets, pajamas, and mugs, to name a few, Arren was as though possessed by the shopping spirit once more and ordered a lot of things. He thought he even saw the flashbacks from the servants’ expressions once the packages were all delivered, but he chose to turn a blind eye.

He smiled and found the package where the couple’s pajamas were wrapped. Arren easily found them; they were still in the box, as he had yet to open them since they had only been delivered yesterday. Without wasting time, he just tore the box open, and the inside was revealed. They were a blue and red pair of checkered pajamas.

A sheepish smile appeared on his lips as he turned to Spade. He didn’t let himself become lost in his thoughts, though, and focused on his alpha. He stripped him of his suit, and Spade’s upper body lay bare to him. Oh, how Arren tried so hard to control himself. Fortunately, his worry for Spade’s condition helped him; otherwise, he might already have licked those abs. How the fuck was he still horny?

He gulped and averted his gaze, focusing his eyes on Spade’s face instead. "I’ll dress you now." There was some kind of hoarseness in his voice, and wear the shirt to him. He then touched Spade’s forehead and arms, furrowing his brows. He sighed and continued.

Next was changing Spade’s pants, which was the most challenging. But considering that the alpha was sick and concern already filled him, he easily changed them with his willpower.

Once he was done, he exhaled. Spade still had his eyes closed, and he didn’t know if he was already asleep. Touching his forehead and face once more, Arren looked at the door when it was opened and the Auntie finally arrived.

"Thank you, Auntie." He gave her a smile and welcomed her as he took the basin from her. "Auntie, can you please tell Ace downstairs that the imperial doctor will be coming, and also tell them to get ready as well anytime."

Arren still wanted to get ready to rush Spade to the hospital if his condition was much worse, which hopefully it wasn’t. But it was better that they were ready.

Nodding at her, the auntie left them alone again. Arren put the basin atop the bedside drawer and picked up the towel, beginning to soak them and then squeezing them barely dry. After that, he started gently wiping Spade’s body with it. He was so careful that Spade almost hissed from the cold; it wasn’t cold water, but still, the alpha was sick.

"Sorry," he apologized in distress and diligently continued. Wiping the alpha’s arms, his neck, and almost all of his body. He continued them, soaking them again before putting the towel on Spade’s forehead to lower his fever.

He leaned forward and gently whispered while grasping and squeezing Spade’s left hand. "Spade, do you want to eat? Want me to cook porridge for you?"

Spade’s brow knitted, as though in pain before he shook his head and held Arren’s hand tightly with his eyes closed. "N-No, just... stay here with me."