My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball novel Chapter 1692

Another hour passed, and it was daybreak. Rosalie gradually opened her eyes.

“Rosie!”

As soon as she opened her eyes, Byron noticed it. He grabbed her hand as he stared at her with his bloodshot eyes.

Mary also noticed that her best friend was awake. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she dashed to hold Rosalie’s other hand. She shed tears of happiness as she laughed in joy.

“Rosie, you’re awake. Do you know how afraid we were of losing you these few days? I thought… I thought…”

Mary could not bear to say what she thought would happen.

Rosalie had just recovered from her unconscious state, and her head felt heavy. After a while, she recalled what happened before she was unconscious.

“Have I been unconscious for that long?”

She asked in disbelief. Then, she glanced at Mary and Byron.

When she saw Byron’s pale face and bloodshot eyes, she felt sorry for him. “I’m sorry for making you worry…”

She tried hard to sit up.

However, she had been unconscious for three days and did not have the strength to do so.

“Lie down. How do you feel now? Do you feel any discomfort?”

Mary saw through Rosalie’s thoughts and tried to press Rosalie down.

Rosalie had no choice but to lay in bed as she asked worriedly, “Where are the kids? They must be scared to see me unconscious for so many days.”

The little ones cried when she was unconscious the last time. It broke Rosalie’s heart even when she thought about it.

She wondered how the kids were this time.

Byron caressed her face to appease her when he noticed her worried expression. He said, “They don’t know about it. I told them you were on a business trip and would only return tomorrow night.”

He had even thought of how to deal with the Lancer family while spending the last few hours waiting.

Fortunately, his woman was awake now.

Rosalie felt bad and apologized. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been stubborn.”

If she knew it would have ended up like this, she would have gone to the hospital when she felt unwell that afternoon.

She might not have fallen unconscious, and they would not have had to worry about her.

Byron grabbed her hand as if it was a precious item. His voice was calming. “It’s fine as long as you’re well now. This isn’t your fault. You should blame me. I’m the one responsible for this.”

Blame him?

Rosalie was puzzled to hear this. She had no idea why Byron said that.

It made her wonder if anything had happened when she was unconscious.