Mr. CEO Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time

---- Chapter 416 By the time Maggie finished, it was past ten. Autumn had begun, and the temperature had dropped sharply with the rain these two days. Maybe she'd sat at the computer too long and caught a chill-just as she closed the laptop and stood to shower, a wave of cold washed over her and she sneezed several times in a row. After showering, her nose started to run and her throat burned, parched and raw.

Realizing she might be coming down with a cold-and that the household staff would already be asleep at this hour-Maggie went downstairs herself and made a little soup to ward off the chill. She'd just come back up after finishing it when she heard Franklin's voice: "Not sleeping yet?" ---- Maggie turned her head. "About to." The soup and some vitamins she'd found downstairs had warmed her a bit; she felt somewhat better. But she was tired and not in the mood to talk. "I'm going back to sleep." She turned and returned to Isabella's room, falling asleep not long after.

again. When she woke, she felt weak and headachy, her throat burning. She tried

find speaking hurt-her throat was too raw. She'd barely taken two sips when Franklin connected the room's landline. "Bring some congee up," he said. The water helped her clear her head. Setting the glass on the bedside table, she froze again- She was not in Isabella's room. She was in Franklin's. From the

in relief-then Franklin asked, "Do you want your phone?" "Yes," Franklin stepped out to Isabella's room to fetch it. Just then, the butler arrived