Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 121

Genevieve was taken aback. People around her turned their heads to look.

Walking away now would seem rude. She had even danced with him, so she thought putting on an act of concern wasn’t much of a stretch.

Pausing momentarily, she had no choice but to turn back around. “Anthony, are you okay?”

She reached out to help him up, but Anthony sat on the sofa and didn’t let go of Genevieve’s arm. Instead, he grabbed it tightly. Genevieve couldn’t pull away.

She thought, “What the hell? Is he faking it?”

Anthony furrowed his brow, his voice low and raspy. “I feel awful.”

Jacinta came over when she heard the noise. She was stunned for a moment and then walked over to look at Anthony. “He’s got an alcohol allergy. He needs to get to the hospital.”

Genevieve was shocked for a moment. “How could he be allergic to alcohol?”

Jacinta said, “He won’t have an allergy to just one kind of drink, but he’s definitely had a mix, combining various strong liquors. He’s had this reaction as a kid before. How could he not be careful today?”

She frowned and looked at the time. “Ms. Lawrence, could you trouble yourself to take him to the hospital? I’m swamped right now and can’t spare anyone.”

Genevieve said, “Is that appropriate?”

“What’s the big deal? Our partnership is just around the corner, and we can’t afford rumors of discord. This is for the best for all of us,” Jacinta said in a low voice and helped Anthony up with a smile. “Better rush to the hospital before it gets worse, or he’ll suffocate.”

Genevieve was speechless.

Just when she was about to leave, trouble had found her. In full view of everyone, she had no choice but to bite the bullet, help Anthony up, and call back to Jacinta with a raised voice, “Don’t worry, Ms. Sanders. I’ll take care of Mr. Hoffman and let you know once he’s at the hospital!”

She didn’t want anyone to think she was willingly playing the good Samaritan.

A twitch at the corner of Jacinta’s mouth betrayed her amusement as she watched Genevieve reluctantly dragging Anthony away.

Anthony was cooperative, leaning heavily on Genevieve as if he could barely stand. Genevieve assisted him into the car and firmly instructed the driver, “To the hospital.”

The driver didn’t dare waste a second, immediately hitting the road.

Anthony leaned against Genevieve, enveloped by her scent, thinking that even his discomfort was worth it for this moment of closeness.

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forcefully. His head thudded against the side window–just the sound of

lazily undoing his collar. In the dim light, Genevieve could see tiny red spots peppered all along his neck.

he murmured, his voice husky with pain, laced with a hint of

of suffocation. “Step on it, please,” she urged the driver. She didn’t

expression. In a sudden move, he grasped her waist, leaning in close–the sweet taste of the lips. he’d been

blood spreading in his mouth and involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air, his

“Gen…”

With a coolness that could freeze someone a thousand miles away, she spoke lightly. “Anthony, don’t make me

you.”

at her for a few

home with me. Let’s stop fighting. Don’t you want

hazy. It was as if he had forgotten they were divorced, that they had

was lost in a past recollection where a thrilled Genevieve had excitedly talked about wanting a Miralaea getaway–an idea he had

hand away, her gaze fixed on his profile lost in shadows, stirring a sourness within her that she had long suppressed. His words effortlessly tore open old wounds. The past played out scene by bitter scene; not a single memory was soothing

in a word he was saying. This ride felt like an

found that the doctors

of Genevieve’s hand, whining, “Gen, I feel terrible.”

doctor nearby quickly stepped in and asked, “Mr. Hoffman, what seems

Anthony, barely coherent,

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me a kiss, and it’ll feel better.”

there was a mocking playfulness

room fell silent, all eyes on Genevieve. What was supposed to be a tense moment had turned into a live–action drama, feeding the onlookers an

anger. She pinched the hand

eyes widening as his body shuddered. Genevieve seized the opportunity to yank her hand free and, with a swift

in front, shocked and dumbfounded, stepped forward to catch the “fragile”

calm smile. “He’s probably having an allergic reaction from mixing too many kinds of booze. Thanks for your help. He can pay the bills when he wakes up. I’m leaving

the hospital lobby and just

away.