After being reborn, I make up my mind to stop chasing after my husband and daughter

Chapter 602

“Edward, I think I was drugged. I feel awful. Please, take me to the hospital.” I clung to his arm, my voice desperate. “I drank something I shouldn’t have at a tea house…”

Edward stared at me in shock, clearly having no idea how to handle someone who’d just been drugged.

“I need to change clothes first… then take me to the hospital.” I staggered toward the bedroom, all I wanted was to survive.

I went into the closet, opened the wardrobe, and took out a sweater.

But my body started acting up again—that sensation like a thousand ants crawling under my skin slowed me down.

I pulled the sweater over my head…

Just then, someone came up behind me.

He just took the sweater from me.

I held my breath, didn’t dare to turn around.

But instead, he reached out and put the sweater over my neck–then suddenly stopped.

Then he started rifling through my closets, and finally pulled out a light blue bra. My mind was so foggy I barely registered what was happening as he helped me into it, hooking it at the back…

Only then did he gently tug the sweater down over my head.

I just stared at him, totally dumbfounded.

‘Figures, he’s been married before… I thought.

a pair of pants and a jacket for me, his

he left the

the edge of the

this to you?” Edward’s

up and set me on top of the

you get drugged?” he

tea house called ‘Always Welcome!…”

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the shoe cabinet, pulled out a pair of flats, and slipped them onto my

him and found him strangely

must be the hormones messing

around and said, “Come on,

just wearing a black turtleneck sweater, and I gripped

helped me into the back seat

next to me.

The car started moving.

way, my mouth felt parched and I was breathing hard, needing to take deep breaths just

better.

this restless urge inside me,

right away. He grabbed my hand and held it tightly in

checked me over, saying I’d been dosed with two different drugs–no wonder it felt like a swarm of ants was eating me

brought me in, and if I needed him to call the cops for

I’d report it myself—it had nothing to do with the guy who brought me

an IV and some meds to calm me down, I was

leaving. I lay there, weak as a kitten, watching him step out every now and then to make phone calls.