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

a bit too strong, as a hint of confusion flickered in Everett's deep

there

her composure. "Everett, the doctor said mild concussions can have some lingering

mean we should change doctors? The doctor insisted on bed rest, yet here you are, fussing around. Changing doctors won't change anything." "If the doctor asks questions, how am I supposed to explain it? How will I recover peacefully in

Mr. Everett was at a loss for

sensitive about these

rarely so

her mouth, wiped her face with a towel, and then carried her back to bed, making sure she was comfy and settled.

saying, "I'll

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

off, his dark eyes serious, his expression sincere

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

"Selena, you'll

a deep shade of red, and unable to take it anymore, she tossed a pillow at

what are you thinking?

telling you to go home and sleep. There's no need