I Divorced You Now You Beg (Thalia and Darion) novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362

Thalia briefly closed her eyes and said, “I’m not feeling well today. Let’s go in a couple of days.”

Her voice was so hoarse that just saying those words made her throat burn with pain.

Her brows furrowed in discomfort.

The man on the other end went quiet. After a while, Thalia thought he’d hung up, so she checked her phone. Turns out the call was still connected.

“Hey, did you hear me?” Thalia asked, closing her eyes.

The next second, the call ended.

Thalia fell silent.

‘Seriously, what kind of person does that?’ she thought.

‘So rude!

‘If he heard me, why not just say something?’

Thalia tossed her phone aside and went back to sleep, closing her eyes.

Her head felt fuzzy, and she slept deeply, completely at ease knowing the nanny was there to take care of her.

But when dawn crept in, Thalia woke up feeling super thirsty. She opened her eyes in a daze, tried to say something, but not a single sound came out.

She was like a fish about to die of thirst, desperate for just a drop of water.

Just as she was about to drift off again, a cool, gentle touch suddenly pressed against her lips.

Hints of a sweet, syrupy scent wafted right at her nose.

Thalia instantly parted her lips, eager to drink.

But lying down, she couldn’t drink. She tried to sit up, but her body was so weak she couldn’t even prop herself up with her elbows.

The next second, a strong arm slipped around her shoulders, helping her sit up.

She found herself resting against someone’s chest, and the cup was brought to her lips again.

Thalia’s mind was only on quenching her thirst. She didn’t even care who was helping her sit up.

The warm water soothed her aching throat, sweet and pure, the kind she always craved whenever she was sick.

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The familiar taste made her heart tighten; it was like she was right back in those sweet days from her past.

Whenever she caught a cold, she’d get all clingy and extra needy, just wanting someone to fuss over her.

He’d stay by her side, always patient, comforting her through every shot because he knew how much she hated the pain.

Since she couldn’t stand plain warm water, he’d mix in honey and gently coax her to finish the whole glass.

All that heartache and sorrow washed over Thalia, making her suddenly feel miserable.

She gripped the cup with both hands and drank it all in one go.

It was like a fish tossed back into the river. She felt revived, coming back to life.

“Thank you,” Thalia rasped, her voice hoarse.

Then she closed her eyes again.

Man, still so dizzy.

The person next to her stayed silent, just checked her forehead and then settled her back onto the bed.

Thalia’s mind was fuzzy. She vaguely felt herself being picked up, heard a jumble of sounds around her, but she was so wiped out that she slipped right back into deep sleep.

That night, her sleep was filled with a bunch of messy, confusing dreams.

In her dream, the face beneath the earthquake rubble suddenly became clear. It was Emely Blackburn.

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