The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 417

"Jillian, even if you won't agree to date me, there's really no need to act like I've got the plague, especially when you can barely stand. Just lean on me. Do I really look like the kind of jerk who would take advantage of someone when they're sick?" Bash complained, sounding thoroughly offended.

Jillian managed a weak smile. He actually made a fair point. "Thank you, then."

Bash's lips curved into a triumphant grin. "You're welcome."

Jillian finally let her rigid posture relax, allowing her weight to rest against his shoulder. Using him for support genuinely made the crushing pressure in her head more bearable.

The elevator doors slid open at the grand lobby on the ground floor.

Because it was so late, the massive marble expanse was completely deserted. Knowing there was no one around to see them, Jillian fully surrendered to her exhaustion, leaning heavily into Bash's embrace.

The migraine flared in agonizing pulses, and she couldn't stop herself from squeezing her eyes shut in pain.

Suddenly, the sharp, rhythmic click of expensive leather shoes echoing against the polished marble floor came from behind them.

Jillian's entire body tensed instantly. Were they about to get caught by someone? What if it was a reporter who recognized them?

Panic flared in her chest. She turned her head, peering over Bash's shoulder to see who was approaching.

The moment she saw the man's face, the anxiety in her chest vanished, instantly replaced by a sharp intake of breath.

She truly didn't know whether to feel relieved or devastated. At the very least, she knew the man walking toward them wasn't going to sell their photos to the tabloids.

Bash, completely oblivious to the approaching threat, didn't even bother to look back. "Jillian, how long have you been dealing with these migraines?"

"Since I was a teenager. Why?"

"Headaches aren't something you can just ignore. It could be something serious. You really need to go to a hospital and get a proper scan."

"I'm fine. I just need to go home and take some painkillers."

"No way. I'm taking you to the ER right now," Bash insisted, his fingers wrapping firmly around her wrist.

Jillian started to panic. She lowered her voice to a furious hiss. "Do you have any idea who you are right now?"

She could not comprehend how someone in his position could be this reckless.

They had literally just spent days getting dragged across The Viral Feed, and Bash still didn't possess an ounce of self-preservation or discretion.

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