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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against the side window–just the

in pain and weariness, lazily undoing his collar. In the dim light, Genevieve could see tiny red spots peppered all

voice husky with pain, laced with a hint of restrained dependency.

might genuinely be at risk of suffocation. “Step on it, please,” she urged the driver. She didn’t want Anthony to die in the

soften at her worried expression. In a sudden move, he grasped her waist, leaning

his mouth and involuntarily sucked in a breath of

“Gen…”

her distance palpable. With a coolness that could freeze someone a thousand miles away, she spoke lightly.

you.”

his head, looking at her for a few seconds before settling back into

out to clasp her hand, fingers weaving through hers in a familiar gesture. “Gen, come home with me. Let’s stop fighting. Don’t you want to vacation in the Miralaea? It’s your birthday next

if he had forgotten they were divorced, that they had been apart for ages.

thrilled Genevieve had excitedly talked about wanting a Miralaea getaway–an idea

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;

but Genevieve couldn’t take in a word he was saying. This

Genevieve, having called ahead, found that the doctors were already prepped for an emergency.

Anthony wouldn’t let go of Genevieve’s hand, whining,

stepped in and asked, “Mr. Hoffman, what seems to

to his chest, Anthony, barely coherent, muttered. “My heart hurts, Gen.

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and it’ll feel better.”

looking particularly bad. Yet, there was a mocking playfulness

to be a tense moment had turned into a live–action drama,

her anger. She pinched the hand he’d injured, and

as his body shuddered. Genevieve seized the opportunity to yank her hand

dumbfounded, stepped forward

casually brushed her hair aside and offered a 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

she didn’t even bother entering the hospital lobby and just turned around and walked

away.