Reborn as the Boss Lady novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Am I That Old?

The sickness was impossible to hide.

“Mr. Cromwell…”

Wynne hadn’t even finished speaking when a surge of force gripped her wrist. In the next second, she was pulled straight into a burning-hot embrace.

Seriously? Again?

She silently cursed in her head. After what had happened before, she already knew struggling was useless. So she gave up, letting Jerome pull her into his arms, his hold tightening around her waist and trapping her completely against his chest.

She yawned sleepily.

She closed her eyes, slowly drifting into a hazy daze, lulled by the cool, clean masculine scent on him.

Half-asleep, she felt the man holding her suddenly tense all over, his muscles locking up from the pain. Without thinking, still with her eyes closed, Wynne reached out and gently patted his back.

“It’s okay. I’m here…”

The next morning, the door to Jerome’s bedroom cracked open.

Dylan slipped inside barefoot. His eyes were red and puffy, like he’d just been crying.

Wynne was gone.

Wynne wasn’t in the bed.

Wynne…

Just as his little lips started to tremble and he was about to burst into tears again, he caught sight of Jerome and Wynne lying on the bed, and instantly swallowed his tears back down.

Jerome opened his eyes.

He had actually woken the moment Dylan entered.

He turned his head. Neither of them said a word.

One big, one small-both expressionless.

Dylan hesitated for a moment, then held out his tiny arms toward his uncle, signaling for a hug.

Jerome pretended not to see. He had no intention of letting the little one climb onto his bed. Leaning against the headboard, his six-foot-three frame made Wynne in his arms look almost impossibly small.

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Chapter 21 Am I That Old?

His eyes rested on her face.

Ever since that incident years ago, he had suffered from severe insomnia. When necessary, he had to rely on high-dose sedatives just to force himself to sleep. Even then, it only lasted three to five hours at most.

But these past two times, he had fallen asleep naturally. All because of Wynne.

“Huff, huff…”

Dylan was still holding his arms out stubbornly, refusing to give up.

He wanted to sleep with Wynne, too.

Wynne, still half-asleep, shifted slightly in his arms.

Jerome frowned and raised a hand toward Dylan, signaling him to be quiet.

The little one nodded obediently.

Cute enough to melt anyone’s heart.

But his arms still didn’t drop. He kept insisting on a hug.

Hug…

Jerome sighed.

He leaned down and reached out, but before he could lift Dylan, Wynne had already opened her eyes. She seemed to have a bit of a morning temper. There was a flash of sharpness in her gaze for a couple of seconds-almost dangerous, but it faded quickly into her usual lazy indifference.

“You…”

Her voice was hoarse from sleep as she looked at Jerome, who was still half over her.

“Your fever’s gone?”

She lifted a hand and pressed it to his forehead.

Normal temperature.

After the fever broke, Jerome’s body heat had returned to its usual coldness.

Like a snake.

Just then, her sleeve was tugged lightly. Only then did Wynne realize Dylan was there by the bed. He peeked up, his face was full of grievance, like a tiny abandoned ragdoll kitten.

Jerome was still lingering in the warmth of her palm from the moment before. The next second, he watched her scoop Dylan straight into her arms and kiss him with her eyes closed.

Why did she kiss Dylan?

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Chapter 21 Am I That Old?

Dylan’s face instantly turned from gloomy to sunny, while Jerome’s expression darkened.

Dining room.

Jerome and Dylan sat across from each other at the table. They had their arms folded over their chests, faces equally cold.

In the corner, Brian was enthusiastically sharing the morning gossip about Wynne coming out of Jerome’s room with Alex, clearly enjoying himself.

Alex didn’t even bother reacting to him. His attention was entirely on the fact that Jerome looked a lot better today.

“What are you two doing?” Wynne asked as she walked into the dining room after her shower, immediately spotting the silent standoff between Dylan and Jerome.

The moment Dylan spotted her, his eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he tapped his plate with his spoon like he was filing a complaint.

A specially made writing board was lifted up by the white python at just the right angle.

Dylan wrote, “I want to sleep with Wynne tonight!”

After showing it, he crossed his arms again and glared at Jerome with an angry expression.

Jerome shot back, “Dylan, you’re already five.”

Not a three-year-old who still needed someone to sleep with.

His voice was cold and flat.

Dylan wrote, “You’re 30!”

Dylan puffed up his cheeks and held the board over his head, refusing to back down.

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