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My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball novel Chapter 1687

Byron did not even have time to send Chloe back after they left the Lancer Residence. He took her directly to the hospital.

Chloe sat in the back and glanced at the rearview mirror. She felt emotional looking at Byron’s deeply worried face.

Sure enough, what Melody told her before was true.

Byron was able to love someone to such an extent.

The more she sensed Byron's undying love for Rosalie, the more curious Chloe became about who Rosalie was.

Therefore, she did not mind at all even though Byron took her to the hospital so late at night.

As they dashed to the hospital, Byron realized that he forgot to send her home.

"Sorry, it's already late. I troubled you to sign the marriage certificate with me, then I brought you to the hospital now."

He was so overwhelmed these few days that he was embarrassed. "If you don't mind, you can wait in the car. I'll ask my assistant to come and take you home."

Chloe smiled casually. Her voice was soft as she raised her eyes to look in the direction of the hospital. "No, I want to go in and have a look too. I’m curious to know the person to whom you’re so devoted to."

After that, she looked at Byron with a smile. "Would you mind?"

For a few seconds, the two exchanged glances. When Chloe mentioned that woman, she noticed the tenderness in Byron's eyes. That piqued her interest even more.

"All thanks to you that I can get this bottle of antidote. In a sense, you are Rosalie’s savior. She would want to thank you personally too." Byron spoke in a deep voice.

Chloe could not help teasing him. "Really? Aren’t you afraid that she will be jealous when she wakes up and sees you with me? Women wouldn't be able to stand this, right?"

Chloe pictured herself in Rosalie’s shoes. She felt unbearable just imagining herself in a coma for three or four days and woke up to find her lover standing with a strange woman.

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