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.”

I not give it my all?” Dr. Winston responded, the term “your

Dr. Winston meticulously treated every wound, sparing no expense

the bed was breathing steadily in slumber, Cassius finally felt a whisper of

the morning. If he’s fever–free, we’ll be golden, Winston

can’t thank you enough,” Cassius offered his

‘Doctor‘, will

locked eyes with him, deep and sincere, “Just like

choked whisper escaped, “Win.”

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

his injuries. So, he made do with the couch, intending to keep vigil over

LEMIE

witching hour, he succumbed to

scent

he snapped his eyes open.

“Cassius.”

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

face was still flushed with fever, his legs trembling, clenching Cassius as if afraid

the still

voice was controlled, though the veins on his hand betrayed his inner

gaze grew hazy, panting as he touched his burning forehead, “I dreamed of you; then I woke up to see you. I couldn’t believe you were actually here. I just

deepened, and slowly, he raised his hand, his warm palm settling on Chasel’s abdomen, caressing

you still think you’re dreaming?”

and then leaned down passionately, almost

intertwined, the room filled with the sound of

please. I don’t need anything else, just let me stay by

any longer, nor could

on, I’m your little

tears blending with sweat, nestled into Cassius‘ bare yet

the mess the Ashbourne family had

project in Country T had been mitigated with visits to the victims‘ families, accompanied by

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