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 her

a bit too strong, as a hint of confusion flickered

there was a better option, why not consider

took a deep breath, regaining her composure.

on bed rest, yet here you are,

the usually unflappable Mr. Everett was

particularly sensitive about these things.

so earnest

a glass of water to rinse her mouth, wiped her face with a towel, and then carried her back to bed, making sure she was

saying, "I'll crash there tonight.

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

cut her off, his dark eyes serious, his expression

inviting me to share the bed. With you there, I

a few seconds, staring right at her, and slowly added, "Selena,

turned a deep shade of red, and unable to

are

sleep. There's no need to hang around