Sold To a Handsome Trillionaire by Wanda Lowe

Attractive Billioaire 49 Chapter 49 A Night Under His Watch

# Finished

David stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the woman lying on the bed. He wanted nothing more than to strangle Caroline. And yet, here he was, feeding her water and porridge. If she died, wouldn't that solve everything? At least I wouldn't have to deal with this myself.

Tm so hungry... I want food..." Caroline murmured faintly. She tried to roll over and sit up but lacked the strength. Halfway there, she collapsed back into the soft bedding.

She curled up tightly, her back arched, her face deathly pale.

David's expression darkened. "If you can still talk, you're not dying. Get up and eat by yourself.

"Okay, okay," Caroline mumbled but remained motionless, her eyes slowly closing again.

David's lips thinned as his frustration grew. He could have left or summoned a servant, but he stayed. What's wrong with me?

Before he realized it, he was sitting by her bedside, holding a spoon of porridge close to her lips. His actions had become strangely practiced, even testing the temperature with a gentle blow. Still, his voice was as cold as ever. "Open your mouth. Eat."

weakly parted her

slightly sweet, soothing her hunger

continued to feed her, and she obediently finished every spoonful. Before long, the bowl was empty,

sunlight streamed through the windows. It was already

much better, Caroline quickly sat up

"Did I faint?"

tried to recall what happened the night before. She remembered walking out of the

"Noon? Already?"

day at work, and now she'd missed it entirely. Would Mr. Boris think

of bed and dashed downstairs, skipping her morning routine entirely. "Madam, Madam,"

need to

already informed the company," the bler

"What did you just

low blood sugar

Boris himself.