Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

Evelyn couldn’t remember how she fell asleep last night. She only remembered that after he said those words, she began silently shedding tears, covering herself with the blanket, afraid of being seen as she dozed off in a daze.

When she woke up the next morning, Evelyn’s head was exposed outside the blanket, and there was no sign of Huston on the nearby resting chair. She sat up from the bed, bent down to put on her shoes, and went to the bathroom for a quick wash.

After about ten minutes, just as Evelyn finished washing her face and was about to dry it, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside. Along with the footsteps came the aroma of food.

Evelyn’s stomach grumbled in disobedience, even though she had already recovered from the fever today and her appetite was much better than yesterday. Seeing the Small Steamed Buns and Millet porridge in Huston’s hands, she couldn’t help but feel hungry.

Huston didn’t expect her to be up already. He squeezed into the small bathroom, instinctively placing his hand on her forehead, “Your temperature is just right. That’s good. You can have breakfast now.”

After saying that, he turned and walked out, laying out the breakfast items he had just brought from downstairs one by one.

Evelyn stood still, her forehead seemingly still retaining the warmth of his palm. His hand was dry and warm, a touch that she seemed familiar with. In the hazy moments of her sleep last night, she could feel that kind of pressure multiple times.

had not slept soundly last night and had been thinking

she was not hallucinating, but she couldn’t remember how many times he had

“Come out quickly after you’re

lip, shook her head, and said with mixed feelings,

him. On the table were Millet Porridge, eggs, cucumbers, and the Small Steamed Buns, especially the Small Steamed Buns, which looked delicious and

almost unable to close her mouth due to being full, and after chewing for a while, she

was not a major concern. He also picked up a Small Steamed Bun with his fork and put it in his

Huston had specially arranged for it to

taking a sip of the Millet Porridge, she couldn’t

head and touched her belly. It was obvious that

In the first one or two months, there was hardly any visible sign. It was only in the