Female NovelIt was three o’clock in the morning.
After taking the medicine, Rena felt weak and drained, drifting off into a dazed sleep.
There came a knock at the door. Lacking the strength to open it, she ignored it, but the persistent knocking continued. Finally, she mustered the energy to shuffle to the door on her unsteady legs.
Assuming it was Hector, she spoke weakly as she opened the door. “Hector, I’m fine!”
Upon hearing her address someone else, Waylen narrowed his eyes and quickly assessed her appearance.
She wore a loosely hung white bathrobe, and if he observed carefully, he could see parts of her body.
Was she really okay with meeting Hector like that in the middle of the night?
Waylen was filled with anger, but at the same time, the sight of the fragile woman before him softened his emotions.
He cradled her in his arms, carrying her towards the soft bed with determination.
Upon sobering up, Rena recognized him immediately.
Her body sank into the comforting mattress, and Waylen remained by her side, holding her with one hand while quickly removing his coat with the other. His forehead gently touched hers as he expressed concern, “You’re burning up!”
“It’s none of your business!” Rena retorted, turning her head away. ?
In truth, she knew that her fever wasn’t solely due to the climate; the passionate making out on the piano from two nights ago had also left her feeling a bit under the weather.
The room was dimly lit.
Given their divorced status, it felt inappropriate to be in such close proximity. Rena pushed him away and asked in a hoarse voice, “Why are you here?”
Waylen moved slightly away, retrieving his phone to make a call. “I’m worried about you because of your fever!” he stated, his words simple and sincere.
Feeling incredibly uncomfortable, Rena closed her eyes.
Waylen dialed a number and said, “It’s me! Yes, my wife is ill. Please come over as soon as possible. Yes, I’ll send you the address. Thank you.”
After the call, he turned his head to find Rena staring at him.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Perhaps due to her illness, her eyes appeared watery and slightly red.
Waylen’s heart softened at the sight.
Sitting beside her, he playfully tugged at her brown hair, as if teasing a little girl. “Why are you looking at me like this?”