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.

for me,

he left the

on the edge of the bed, hurriedly changed, and stepped

Edward’s voice was laced with

me on top of the shoe

get drugged?” he

tea house called

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shoe cabinet, pulled out a pair of flats, and slipped them onto my feet. The whole thing was so

I looked at him and found him strangely easy on

hormones messing with me, I

and said, “Come on, I’ll give you

myself onto his back. He’d already taken off his jacket, just wearing a black turtleneck sweater, and I gripped his shoulders for dear

descended. He helped me into the

next to me.

The car started moving.

mouth felt parched and I was breathing hard,

better.

this restless urge inside me, making me want to reach out and touch Edward beside

my hand and held it tightly

I was rushed straight into the ER. The doctor was grumbling and cursing under his breath as he checked me over, saying I’d been dosed with two different

guy was that brought me in, and if I needed him to call the

write up a medical report. I said I’d report it myself—it had nothing to do with the guy who brought me here. I needed proof in my own

to calm me down, I was feeling pretty out of it.

there, weak as a kitten, watching him step out every now and then to make phone calls. When he