His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 653

Chapter 653

Upon hearing this, Dr. Winston looked discomforted, “Hex, your friend’s skin was cut open and flesh was torn; it’s no normal wound. I’ll have to patch him up before I can give you the full report.”

Cassius stared at the raw lacerations crisscrossing Chasel’s body, the ache in his chest spreading like wildfire.

“Some of these might need stitches. I doubt we can avoid some battle scars.”

Seeing Cassius‘ face grow stormier by the second, Dr. Winston offered a wry smile in consolation, “Hey, a few scars on a guy just add to his rugged charm, right? Your friend’s not the prissy type, is he?”

Cassius‘ face twisted into a scowl. Not the prissy type?

The guy who wouldn’t let a single drop of olive oil stain his designer suit, who’d go for a full wardrobe change if it did – he was not the prissy type?

If he was not, then no one would be prissy on this planet. He could already picture it – the nuclear meltdown Chasel would have when he saw his marred back after waking up.

“Just do your best, please.”

How could I not give it my all?” Dr. Winston responded, the term “your guy” sending a faint blush across

two hours, but Dr. Winston meticulously treated every wound, sparing no expense with all his finest

on the bed was breathing steadily in slumber, Cassius finally felt

temperature in the morning. If he’s fever–free, we’ll be golden, Winston wiped sweat from

I can’t thank you enough,”

‘Doctor‘, will ya?

him, deep and sincere, “Just like old times, call

a choked whisper

was crisp, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. For that one address, he’d walk through fire and brimstone

bear to leave Chasel’s side, yet he dared not sleep next to him for fear of jostling his injuries. So, he made do with the couch, intending to keep vigil over his little

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in, and by the witching hour,

sleep and wakefulness, Cassius sensed the cool scent of medicinal cream and felt a heavy weight

surge of willpower, he snapped

“Cassius.”

saw Chasel, bare–chested, straddling him, his skin so pale it almost glowed, glistening with

his legs trembling, clenching Cassius as if

eyes locked, breaths quickening in the still room, the air thickening with tension.

the veins on his hand betrayed his inner

grew hazy, panting as he touched his burning forehead, “I dreamed of you; then I woke up to

flushed red. His breathing deepened, and slowly, he raised his hand, his warm palm settling on Chasel’s abdomen,

still think you’re dreaming?”

and then leaned down passionately,

room filled with the

else, just let me stay by your side, even if we have

He couldn’t hide it any longer, nor could her stand it. He was

on, I’m your little fox, yours only.”

tears blending with sweat, nestled into Cassius‘ bare yet solid chest,

with the mess the Ashbourne

in Country T had been mitigated with visits to the victims‘ families, accompanied by generous compensation. He also orchestrated a media blitz to

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