Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 265

A wave of nausea hit Selena out of nowhere, and her face turned pale, unable to hold back a retch.

Everett stopped what he was doing and glanced up at her. "What's wrong?"

Selena couldn't find the words. Her hand pressed against her lips, and her delicate features scrunched up in discomfort.

"Feel like you're gonna throw up?"

As soon as he said it, Everett sprang into action, wrapping her and the blanket in one swift motion, and carried her to the bathroom.

The moment he set her down, Selena couldn't hold it back any longer and hurled into the toilet.

Her eyes were watery, a vein throbbed at her temple, and she looked utterly miserable.

Everett frowned in concern, not disgust, as he crouched beside her, gently rubbing her back. His voice was husky. "Still feeling that bad? Maybe I should find a better doctor to check you out thoroughly."

Selena was weak, having barely eaten, and now vomiting bile made her too queasy to speak. But hearing Everett's suggestion, her heart raced, and she quickly grabbed his wrist. "No."

doctors would

her reaction was a bit too strong, as a hint of confusion

current doctor was alright, but if there was

deep breath, regaining her composure. "Everett, the doctor said mild concussions can have

The doctor insisted on bed rest, yet here you are, fussing around. Changing

Mr. Everett was at a loss for

Mrs. Bennett was particularly sensitive about these things. "Yes, my

so

glass of water to rinse her mouth, wiped her face with a towel, and then carried

the sofa, saying, "I'll crash there tonight. You

frowning. "That sofa's too small. You can't even stretch out. Why

cut her off, his dark eyes

bed. With you there, I can't promise I won't do

a few seconds, staring right at her, and slowly added, "Selena, you'll have to bear with it for a bit. Once

red, and unable to

are

go home and sleep. There's no need to hang around