After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 1133

Chapter 1133 Mr. Callahan's Weak and Handsome Plan

Even though he wanted to lock the door badly and keep her from leaving his sight forever... An impulse drove him to do so.

But those paranoid behaviors had been used on Mavis before. She was strong-willed, and him being too pushy only made her run away even more.

Thinking about this, he carefully considered his words before patiently persuading her, "Why don't you rest for a while? Having enough sleep will help you take better care of the patient, right?"

"That's true, but..."

"No 'buts'," Anthony interrupted with a reassuring look in his eyes. "You don't need to worry about anything. I've already arranged for the best 24-hour personal care for Moore."

Mavis furrowed her delicate eyebrows with skepticism as she glanced at him. "Personal care? Why didn't you tell me first before arranging it?"

Anthony lazily hooked up one corner of his mouth and said, "Didn't I just tell you now?"

"... You're playing word games with me. I don't think Moore likes strangers looking after him, but I've called Raymond over to help me," she retorted as she checked the time on her watch.

She had been here with Anthony for almost an hour and a half now. Moore's emotional state was already unstable enough while Raymond may or may not have arrived yet from their apartment complex to help out. It could be dangerous if Moore were left alone like this for too long.

"If there's nothing else going on here," Mavis said as she started to leave.

Suddenly, Anthony bent over in pain and clutched at his chest where he had been injured earlier today.

"What's wrong?" Mavis quickly went over to support him.

"I'm having... a little bit of angina..." His voice sounded weak without much air behind it. Sweat broke out across his forehead again within seconds, making him look pale as death itself - not like someone who was faking it.

"Should I call a doctor?"

"No need," he suddenly exerted force, pulling Mavis closer, effortlessly tugging her into his embrace.

He was quite strong. Mavis immediately caught on, "Faking illness with me again?"

"No, it's truly angina," he said, not a hint of blushing or breathlessness, resting his head on Mavis's shoulder. His arm encircled her waist, feeling her warmth, and he let out a slow sigh, "I'm feeling better."

...

Great acting.

If his arm weren't wrapped around her waist so tightly, the unmistakable advantage-taking would almost have fooled her.

Anthony's injured chest was pressed against her back.

It felt burning hot.

She could distinctly feel his heartbeat.

Thump-thump... thump-thump...

It raced faster than ever before!

The usually composed man was unusually nervous? Mavis wondered, as she felt Anthony's heartbeat and momentarily forgot to extricate herself from his embrace.

"Raymond's hand hasn't fully healed yet, and it's not convenient for him to take care of him with just one hand. It would be better to hire a good caregiver who can take better care of Moore," he earnestly persuaded her. "After all, you still have your own job to attend to. When our son comes home from kindergarten, he also needs you. You can't give all your time to Moore at the expense of work and our son."

Mavis couldn't help but feel that he made sense.

Callahan Group had just established a partnership with her company in Bostrain, and there were many things and details waiting for her attention. With Moore paralyzed now, she couldn't handle work for the time being; she didn't trust anyone else enough to delegate it either.

After all, she had to earn money in order to support her son; she didn't want this opportunity with Anthony handed on a silver platter turned into a loss.

And then there was Alistair...

It had been almost two days since they last saw each other; the little guy must miss her by now...

As Mavis fell into deep thought about these things, Anthony quietly read her expression and gently urged, "I know you're worried that Moore won't get used to having someone around 24/7 taking care of him. But how long can you personally take care of him? One year or two years? If his leg really doesn't heal properly... do you want spend rest of your life taking care of him?"