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."

would blow

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

if there was

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

yet here you are, fussing around. Changing doctors won't change anything." "If

Mr. Everett was at a loss

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

so

towel, and then carried her back to bed, making sure she was comfy and settled.

at the sofa, saying, "I'll crash

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

eyes serious, his expression sincere

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

and slowly added, "Selena, you'll have to bear with it for a bit. Once you're better,

and unable to

what are you thinking?

no need to hang around here!