Returning with Triple Treasures: My CEO Husband Is Obsessed novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Emergency Care and Old Wounds

Chapter 18 Emergency Care and Old Wounds

Before she could finish her sentence, the man cut her off with a cold, derisive laugh.

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Xavier suddenly rose from his seat. His tall frame forced Isabella back against her chair as he leaned down, the scent of wine sharp on his breath as it washed over her.

“Isabella, you’re truly impressive. You always manage to…. resolve situations for me, no matter the timing,” Xavier said, his lips nearly brushing the tip of her nose. She held her breath, staring into his deceptively smiling face, a shiver of apprehension running down her spine.

“What are you doing? We can talk this out like reasonable adults. You don’t have to…”

“Relax. I’m giving you a compliment,” he interrupted, his tone laced with sarcasm. “I’ve been tired of that particular dinner obligation for years, just waiting for a clean way out. You performed beautifully today.”

After delivering this backhanded praise, Xavier reached out and roughly ruffled her hair, as if she were a pet who had performed a clever trick.

In the past, whenever Isabella helped secure a major deal for Moore Group, he would sometimes pat her head in a moment of triumph.

He never knew how much she disliked anyone messing with her hair. Only when he did it would she suppress her annoyance and allow a faint smile.

This time, Isabella abruptly swatted his hand away and quickly stood up, putting distance between them.

over, let’s just head back to the office.”

er defensive reaction, a strange, hollow feeling briefly flickering in his chest. He dismissed it instantly. He must be to care about the attitude of a woman who had betrayed him.

On the drive back, Xavier unexpectedly fell asleep.

It was still broad daylight. Xavier was famously restless, rarely sleeping at all during work hours.

Was he drunk? But he’d only taken a single sip of wine.

Isabella told herself she didn’t care about Xavier’s condition, but when the car stopped at a red light, her eyes drifted toward him.

His complexion was unnaturally pale, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead, his brows tightly drawn together.

“Hey… Xavier, are you alright?”

Isabella called his name several times, but received no response.

She pulled the car over to the curb and reached out to touch his forehead. The scorching temperature made her jerk her hand back in alarm.

She immediately checked his pulse, and her expression shifted. Since when had he become this vulnerable?

After a moment’s hesitation, she leaned closer, her ear nearly against his chest to listen to his heartbeat. Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved near, his arms suddenly wrapped around her, holding her tightly.

2:26 pm P

Chapter 18 Emergency Care and Old Wounds

“Xavier, what’s wrong?”

Isabella tried to pull back, but his grip was too strong. Half of her body was pinned against him, immobilized.

“Cold…”

His hot breath fanned against the side of her neck, his voice a deep, strained rasp.

“You’re cold?”

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A wave of concern hit her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the flushed redness creeping up his neck. If she had to guess, it looked like a severe allergic reaction.

The symptoms could range from mild to critical–he needed medical attention immediately.

Isabella tried to soothe him by rubbing his shoulder, but his hold didn’t loosen. The embrace was so tight it was becoming hard to breathe,

“Don’t go…”

Xavier’s murmur was faint but insistent, his jaw clenched.

“It’s okay. I’m right here. You’ll warm up soon. You’re going to be alright…”

Hearing the vulnerability in his voice, Isabella stopped trying to free herself. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him in return, holding him close. She rubbed his back gently, trying to generate warmth, and pressed her cheek against his.

His skin was alarmingly cool. For now, her own body heat was the only source of warmth she could offer.

Finally, she felt some of the tension leave his body. Carefully, she managed to sit up. Without a second thought, she took off her blazer and draped it over him.

Once she had done it, a sharp pang of frustration struck her.

What am I doing?

Since when did Xavier need–or deserve–her careful ministrations?

Couldn’t she break this five–year–old habit of instinctively caring for him?

Lost for words, Isabella immediately changed course and headed straight for the closest hospital. She recalled Xavier’s longtime friend Harry was the facility’s associate director.

About fifteen minutes later, in the hospital parking lot, Harry arrived promptly with a small medical team.

On the way, Isabella had used Xavier’s phone to call Harry, stating tersely that Xavier was experiencing a medical emergency and was unresponsive.

Harry hadn’t had time for questions then. But when he saw Isabella, his eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

“Is… Isabella?”

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