# Chapter 155: When Fever Lowers Defenses
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 155 of "The Breaking Point of Love" — a chapter that proves illness doesn't just weaken the body, it also strips away the walls around the heart. Let's dive in, shall we?
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Celeste remained silent after hanging up the phone. The conversation with whoever had called left her feeling hollow, but before she could dwell on it, a sudden sneeze shook her shoulders. Then another.
Adeline noticed immediately. Worried that Celeste might be coming down with something, she busied herself in the kitchen and prepared a warm bowl of chicken soup. Celeste drank it obediently, feeling the warmth spread through her chest. But instead of relief, her head grew heavier, and soon, she surrendered to a deep, restless sleep.
When she woke, she understood why. Her body felt like it was on fire — she had a fever, and a high one at that. Her head swam in a fog of confusion and aching exhaustion.
Jordyn approached her mother's bedside, eyes wide with concern. "Are you sick, Mom?"
Celeste could only murmur something unintelligible in response.
Martha, ever the caretaker, grew deeply worried. She suggested that Celeste return to Fleming Manor to see their family doctor, Bill, who could help her recover quickly. Betty agreed — the illness had struck too suddenly, too fiercely. So, with gentle persuasion, Celeste was bundled into the car and brought back to the familiar halls of Fleming Manor.
Bill came promptly, examined her, and administered medication. After taking it, Celeste barely had the strength to climb the stairs before sinking into another deep sleep.
When she finally opened her eyes again, the world felt less blurry, less heavy. The small lamp beside her bed cast a soft golden glow across the room. She turned her head — and froze.
There, sitting in a chair nearby, was Trevor. He was reading, utterly absorbed in a book.
For a long moment, Celeste was stunned. Then realization crept in — she was at Fleming Manor. In Trevor's room. The very room where he had spent his childhood.
Hearing a slight rustle, Trevor looked up. "You're awake?"
Her throat was sore, her mood low. She didn't feel like speaking, so she remained silent. Pushing herself up, she reached for a jacket, intending to get out of bed. But before she could stand, Trevor handed her a glass of water.
Celeste paused, hesitated for a couple of seconds, then took it without a word of thanks.
Trevor simply shrugged, unconcerned. He reached out his hand toward her forehead, intending to check her temperature. Even with her mind still foggy, she wasn't slow — she dodged his hand just in time.
His hand paused in mid-air. He pulled it back reluctantly and stood up. "Bill is still downstairs. I'll go get him for you."
Without waiting for a reply, he left the room.
Moments later, Bill, Martha, Trevor, and Jordyn all gathered in her room. Bill examined her and pronounced that she was recovering well, though she needed to continue taking her medicine. He explained that her body was weak, and stress made her prone to falling ill when exposed to cold weather. A good nutritional boost would help restore her strength.
Celeste nodded, accepting the diagnosis.
"Are you hungry, Cel?" Martha asked gently.
She hadn't felt well at noon, so she'd hardly eaten before going straight to bed. Now, though hunger gnawed at her, she had little appetite.
Martha convinced her to have a few bites. She asked Trevor to go to the kitchen and bring up the dinner they had prepared for Celeste.
Trevor obediently went downstairs and returned with a tray of food.
Martha and Bill left the room, but Trevor stayed. While Celeste slowly picked at her dinner, he sat nearby, reading.
Celeste cast him a glance — and froze again. The book in his hands was the one she had read at the hot spring retreat. The book she had left behind.
She furrowed her brows. "You..."
Trevor replied with a smile, "I spent about half an hour reading it that day and found some of your ideas really interesting. They gave me new perspectives, so I kept the book. I skim through it occasionally."
Celeste bit her lip, ignoring him. Her appetite, already fragile, vanished completely.
Trevor propped his chin up and observed her with quiet amusement. "Even after all these years, you still don't know how to fight back?"
She turned away, refusing to engage.
He sighed softly. "Alright, I'll leave you alone. Eat up."
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
This chapter is a quiet, intimate gem. It doesn't need dramatic confrontations or screaming matches — the tension lies in every unspoken word, every dodged touch, every stubborn silence. Celeste's fever becomes a metaphor for the heat she still feels around Trevor, both physically and emotionally. And Trevor? He's patient, observant, even tender — but still that hint of smugness lingers. It's a dance of pride and vulnerability. I loved the moment she dodged his hand — fierce, proud, beautifully wounded. And the book he kept? That detail melted my heart.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ **Rating: 4.5 / 5 Stars**
**Next Chapter Prediction:**
Celeste is trapped in Fleming Manor, weakened by fever and surrounded by memories. With her guard lowered, Trevor will likely find more opportunities to close the distance between them. But will he use this chance to break through her walls — or will she push him away even harder? Something tells me a storm is brewing. Love and pride are about to clash again.
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