My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191 No Need to Take Care of Me 

Byron was a very light sleeper, so when he heard a faint rustling sound in his half–conscious state, he frowned and opened his eyes. He was met with the sight of the person on the hospital bed, hand on their forehead. Clearly, they had already woken up. “How do you feel? Are you burning up?” Byron got up and walked toward the hospital bed.

Rosalie‘s movements were slightly stiff as she slowly sat up on the bed and thanked him politely. “I feel much better, sorry for all the trouble tonight.”

At her estranged behavior, Byron‘s eyes darkened. He reminded himself that the woman was still ill, so he suppressed his displeasure and said in a low voice, “Are you hungry? You didn‘t eat anything all night.” She was fine when she did not have her mind on it, but at the mention of food, Rosalie could not help the feeling of emptiness in her stomach. Not only did she not eat anything all night, but she also did not have any appetite all day due to her fever, only having a few measly bites of food around noon. However, she did not want to owe this man any more favors. Just as Rosalie was about to declare that she was not hungry, her stomach let out a loud rumble.

After a moment, Rosalie‘s face flushed with embarrassment, and she forced herself to calmly turn her head away. “It‘s already pretty late, so I don‘t feel like eating anything.”

Byron frowned, stood up, and walked out of the ward. Rosalie turned around at the sound of his movements, but he was already nowhere in sight. Ten minutes later, the man returned with a steaming bowl of chicken soup in his hands. “For takeouts bought at night, warm it up in the hospital‘s microwave oven. We‘ll just have to make do for now.”

Rosalie was stunned yet again. It was not until the man helped her adjust her hospital bed and put the chicken soup in front of her that she came back to her senses. “Thank you.” She sat up and slowly took a sip from the bowl. Now that he had gone out of his way for her to this extent, it would seem too sedulous of her to reject the soup.

Seeing that she no longer refused, Byron turned around and sat down in a chair, then solemnly said, “The doctor said that you should stay in the hospital tonight to avoid recurrence of your condition. You‘ll have a check–up tomorrow morning, and if there‘s no problem, you’ll be discharged.”

Rosalie nodded and glanced at him. “It‘s getting late. I feel much better now, and I can take care of myself. Thank you for tonight. You probably have work tomorrow, so head home and rest early.”

Hearing those words that clearly meant she was trying to chase him away, Byron‘s expression darkened again, and his voice was cold as he said, “I‘m not that irresponsible to leave a patient here by themself.”