Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

Chapter 439 Are You Going to Torture Me to Death?

Huston’s grip on the handkerchief tightened. This tough man unexpectedly started feeling anxious. He could only imagine she would dislike him even more once she woke up.

The words “I’m sorry” rolled in his throat, even though he knew she couldn’t hear them. Still, he whispered softly in her ear,

“I’m sorry, Evelyn…”

In her sleep, Evelyn didn’t respond, nor could she give him a response. Half of the reason for her high fever of 39.2 degrees was caused by Huston.

After seeing off the doctor, Sadie went upstairs with the medication. She knocked on the door and received permission

to enter. As soon as she walked in, she saw Huston sitting

by the bedside, taking care of Evelyn with great care and

attention.

She couldn’t help but be stunned. How Huston intimidated Evelyn earlier today was completely different from his current gentle demeanor. He was terrifying just a moment ago, but

now he appeared so tender.

Unfortunately, Evelyn couldn’t see his gentleness.

did he have to

peace, so

not move. He did not even look back, as if he had not noticed the movement behind

focused on the woman on the

carefully.

woke up due to a sore throat. There was a dry and scratchy pain

made her

and saw the familiar ceiling. At first, her eyes were a little blurred, but they gradually became

after a while.

her body

room was neither high nor low. At that moment, she remembered everything that had happened before.

eyes, and the light in her eyes dimmed, not

now buT

but he went downstairs to instruct Sadie to prepare some light nourishing soup. Just as he left, Evelyn woke up. He met her tired, listless eyes and quickly

out his hand to feel her forehead, she reacted

not knowing whether to rise

was

lowered his hand and didn’t touch her. He

if beside her hand. Evelyn understood what he meant and pursed her pale lips slightly. She did not resist and obediently put it into her

elevated temperature, but

to care

walked to the bedside and looked at the white

hand. Feeling guilty, he asked, “Are you hungry?

downstairs?”