Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 229

Chapter 231

The fever left Stella's muscles aching and weak, sapping every ounce of strength from her body.

She was slung over a man's shoulder, every jostling step sending sharp pain shooting through her ribs.

Face contorted in agony, Stella gasped, "Cedric Clarke, put me down... My ribs are killing me..."

The man ignored her completely.

He strode out of the house into the pouring rain.

Within seconds, Stella was drenched to the bone.

"Damn it—!" The shock of cold rain jolted her fever-fogged mind awake.

She wiped the water from her face and started pounding on the man's back with what little strength she had left. "Cedric Clarke, are you crazy? If you're trying to cool me down, this is not the way! Put me down, right now!"

But instead of slowing, the man quickened his pace.

Stella froze, a sudden chill running deeper than the rain. Something was wrong. This definitely wasn't Cedric Clarke.

Cedric might be many things, but he'd never drag her, sick with fever, out into a storm.

"Who are you?" Panic rising, Stella thrashed and fought, kicking and flailing with both hands and feet. "Who the hell are you? Where are you taking me? I swear, if you don't let me go, I'll scream for help!"

The man kept silent, forging ahead.

His rain boots splashed through muddy puddles along a winding mountain path. Wind howled, rain pelted down, and thunder cracked overhead.

Through her disorientation, Stella finally caught sight of their surroundings.

She went rigid with fear.

taking her into the

he planning to

herself free and had this

feverish and weak, her body barely obeyed her.

Suddenly, the man stopped.

time to process before

instant, she felt herself suspended in midair-then she

shadowed under his rain

for a split second. In that

even have time to scream before her body crashed into

clutching the medical kit, the bed

in confusion.

out several times.

knot of anxiety twisted

and the storm outside was getting worse. Where could she have

outside, but something caught his eye-

couldn't have left without

doctors. "Check with Dr.

we're all in the living room playing cards. Wasn't Dr. Joyner supposed to

be in trouble. Get the others, put

We're on our

up and stood, his voice urgent.

Dr. Clarke says we

mean,

resting-she wasn't feeling well,

dinner earlier. She barely ate, looked awful, so I didn't

sick-we have

"Right, let's go!"

moment word spread,

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