CEO Broke Down and Cried After I Divorced Him novel Chapter 7

At the hospital.

The moment Dylan stepped through the door, Anne threw herself into his arms. She clung to him like a rag doll, trembling against him. "Dylan, I feel awful... I feel so terrible..."

“Where does it hurt?”

Dylan tried to push her away, but instead of letting go, she only clung tighter.

"Everywhere..." Anne moaned, placing his hand on her chest. "Especially here, it feels like bugs crawling under my skin—itching, unbearable. Mr. Dylan, please help me!"

Her behavior was clearly not normal. “I’ll call the doctor.”

“No, I don’t want a doctor. I want you.” Anne clung to him like a vine, her hands restlessly undoing his shirt buttons. “Please, Mr. Dylan, help me, I feel like I’m dying. If you don’t help me, I really will die...”

As her fingers worked to undo the buttons, Dylan grabbed her wrists. “Anne, calm down...”

“I can’t calm down...” She leaned in, trying to kiss him, whispering his name over and over, “Mr. Dylan, Mr. Dylan...”

Just as she was about to succeed, Dylan forcefully pushed her away, sending her sprawling to the floor.

His resistance spoke volumes, even if he hadn’t said a word.

A flicker of coldness flashed in Anne’s eyes, but when she looked up again, only sadness remained.

“Mr. Dylan, do you hate me?”

Dylan didn’t respond, nor did he help her up.

Instead, he turned away. “I’m calling a doctor.”

Anne wasn’t about to let him leave.

She scrambled to her feet and wrapped herself around him from behind. “I told you, I don’t want a doctor. I want you! Please, Mr. Dylan, take me...”

“Anne, something is clearly wrong with you,” Dylan said, his lips pressed into a thin line. “You need to see a doctor.”

“No doctor can help me. Only you can save me.”

As she spoke, Anne began stripping off her own clothes. “Please, save me. I’m begging you.”

Just when Anne thought she had succeeded, a sharp pain shot through the back of her head, and everything went black as she crumpled to the floor.

Watching Anne fall unconscious, Suzy, who had been hiding in the wardrobe, retracted the silver needle that she had prepared to throw.

It wasn’t about helping Dylan—it was simply that she couldn’t bear to watch the scene unfold. It was the kind of thing that could make her eyes bleed.

What she didn’t expect was that Dylan would actually...

Anne was supposed to be the woman he loved most. Suzy couldn’t quite understand why he knocked her out.

Dylan scooped Anne up in his arms and laid her back on the hospital bed before pressing the call button for the doctor.

When the doctor arrived, Dylan briefly explained what had just happened. “Is this related to the poison in her system?”

After a quick examination, the doctor nodded.

“Yes, you’re right. The poison in Miss Anne’s body is highly unusual. The last time the poison flared up, nothing like this happened. Now, it’s suddenly escalated, and who knows what could happen next. We need to detox her as soon as possible.”

Dylan frowned and thought about what the doctor said.

There had been no word from Red Falcon.

Forget about tracking her down—she hadn’t even answered a single phone call. Desmond had been trying for days, but every attempt had gone unanswered.

Detoxing Anne was proving to be no simple task.

For the first time, he found himself played by a woman who had him in the palm of her hand.

With his jaw tight, Dylan commanded, “For now, find a way to alleviate her symptoms.”

“That’s going to be difficult...” the doctor began. “This poison is something I’ve never encountered before, and I know nothing about it. I’m concerned that if we administer the wrong medication, it could worsen her condition instead of easing it. So...”