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

strong, as a hint

if there was a

a deep breath, regaining her composure. "Everett, the

glare. "And besides, does this 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

Everett was at

Mrs. Bennett was particularly sensitive about

rarely so

mouth, wiped her face with a towel, and then

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

You can't even stretch out. Why

his dark eyes serious, his

the bed. With you there, I can't

staring right at her, and slowly added, "Selena, you'll

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

are you

sleep. There's no need to hang around here! Who invited you,