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.

not slept soundly last night

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

had already shouted outside the bathroom, “Come out quickly after you’re done washing up.

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

On the table were Millet Porridge, eggs, cucumbers, and the Small Steamed Buns,

grabbed one directly, stuffed it into her mouth, almost unable to close her mouth due to being full, and after chewing for a while, she managed to squeeze out a bit of space to speak, “It’s

was enjoying her meal, Huston knew that her health condition now was not a major concern. He also picked up a Small Steamed Bun with his

specially arranged for it to be made and instructed

Small Steamed Buns were eaten in an instant. After taking a sip of the Millet Porridge, she couldn’t

It was obvious that it

it reminded her of when she first became pregnant with Evelyn. In the first one or two months, there was hardly any visible sign. It was only in the