My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Chapter 190 It Was Not a Dream Rosalie slept throughout the entire journey to the hospital. She did not wake up until the car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Byron hesitated for a while, but he still could not bear to wake her up. He instructed the driver to open the car door as he removed his jacket and draped it on her carefully. He got out of the car with her in his arms. 

It was late, and there were only people in the emergency department when they arrived at the hospital. Byron proceeded with the registration and carried Rosalie to the clinic. After they entered, Rosalie woke up leisurely. After a few seconds, she realized that she was still in Byron‘s arms, and the doctor was sitting opposite. Rosalie‘s face flushed instantly at this realization. However, it was not obvious because of her fever. 

“Put me down!” She pushed Byron awkwardly. 

Byron was listening intently to the doctor‘s examination results and only realized that she had woken up when he heard her voice. He looked down at her but did not let go. 

Rosalie also heard the doctor‘s voice. She did not want to make a fuss in front of an outsider, so she could only calm down and silently burrowed into his jacket, trying to cover her face. 

Byron‘s embrace was really warm, and Rosalie felt sleepy again after a while. 

She could only vaguely hear the doctor‘s voice, which was occasionally mixed with his inquiries. She thought silently in her heart that she was very clear about the precautions the doctor said, and there was no need to ask in such detail. 

she woke up, it was Byron who called her up. “You need an IV drip and probably won‘t

still in a daze. She nodded and could barely keep herself awake as the nurse administered the drip before she fell asleep again. Byron sat down beside the bed, looking at the

thinner than he remembered.

tired at all. Instead,

wondered how she took care of herself these

had to bring up two children...

a little confused. What happened before was like a dream. If it was not a dream, how could he treat her so well when he was going to marry

confused, she heard an even breathing

Byron was leaning against a chair. His tall body almost completely covered the chair, and he was fast asleep in a posture that looked

beside her was a new