Chapter 191

There was a knock on the door. "Are you awake? We need to talk."

It was Dexter.

Angela put on a jacket and went to the study on the second floor.

Something seemed off about Dexter; his handsome face was flushed, as if he were ill.

"What's wrong with you?" Angela looked at him. She thought he was really sick, so she got up and poured him a glass of water.

He took the water and drank it all. "I don't know either. I think I might have caught a cold and have fever."

Fever? Seriously?

Angela said, "What do you plan to do about Grandpa? I feel really guilty toward him."

Dexter raised an eyebrow. "Then why don't you go tell him that we're actually not divorced and are still living a good life together? If he gets excited, maybe he'll recover faster."

Angela glared at him and was about to speak when she suddenly felt a slight warmth spreading across her back.

indescribable sensation

it! She'd

Dexter had already swiftly stepped back a few paces,

their gazes met, they could both see the deep shock in each other's

could have done this

back glued to the wall. However, out of nowhere, her knees gave out, and

reacted quickly and held

past, Angela would have pushed him away with disdain or

at this very moment, she felt a strange and

door is locked." Dexter's voice was slightly hoarse,

finally regaining

Vel

pushed him away and dashed toward the door as if a ravenous wolf were snapping at her heels. .

wn

grown soft and weak, and even her knocks were delicate

one responded. Unwilling to give up, she turned abruptly and headed into the bathroom, turning on the cold

her body

Dexter pounding on the door. Through the frosted glass,

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