Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 250

I thought of the diamond ring Russel Dawson had given me, and a pang of pain shot through my heart.

I didn't know how long it would take for me to be able to chat with him like a friend again. Until he put aside his past, that would be impossible.

"Are you feeling sorry for him?" Neil suddenly asked coldly, with a sense of indifference in his voice.

"No." I snapped out of my thoughts and replied casually.

"Haha," Neil laughed coldly. "Feeling sorry is feeling sorry. What's there to deny? He's indeed a good guy, worth feeling a bit sorry for, but sadly, he's not right for you."

When it came to me and Russel, the least qualified person to comment was Neil.

I got mad and retorted angrily, "Is there a man in this world who suits me less than you do?"

Neil turned his head to look at me immediately; there was something bleak in his eyes that scared me a bit. I pretended not to notice and quietly gazed at the scenery outside the window.

After that, Neil didn't say anything. I could feel a tense atmosphere in the car, which lasted until we arrived at the hospital.

"Hold on to me."

When he was about to carry me out of the car, Neil ordered me sternly.

I refused him, "I don't need you to carry me. Just get a nurse to help me."

"You just twisted your ankle, and you want the busy nurses to run over and help you?" Neil said sternly.

I was speechless.

In the end, I had no choice but to compromise and let Neil carry me into the hospital. Along the way, I gently draped my arm over his neck, giving him a piece of my mind without actually saying it.

Both of my ankles were sprained. It wasn't serious after some medication and bandaging, but for the next few days, I would be restricted in my movements. The doctor pushed up his glasses and looked at Neil, "You'll have to take good care of her for the next few days. It might be difficult for her to go to the bathroom or take a shower. As her husband, you need to assist her more."

"Doctor, he's not my husband." I interrupted the doctor.

The doctor was taken aback.

Neil said coldly, "Ex-husband and husband are the same thing. Let's go, I'll take you home."

The doctor suddenly gave a knowing smile as he watched us leave.

Neil drove me back to Sterling Estates. I looked at him in confusion, "Did you get the address wrong?"

"Where do you want to live? Alone in your apartment or Sapphire River Community? If you faint in the bathroom, no one would know." Neil picked me up and headed into Sterling Estates.

The servants who were tending the yard looked surprised when they saw my face.

A couple of the braver ones even greeted us, "Sir, madam, you're back."

"Uh huh, prepare dinner," Neil ordered.

I corrected him, "Please don't call me 'madam.' It's better to call me Ms. Finch."

Neil ignored me, carrying me straight up to the second floor. All the way, I could only see his chiseled jawline and prominent Adam's apple.

When we entered the living room, I noticed that the front door had been replaced. I guess it was after the ruckus Bonnie caused last time, but I don't know where she got the key from.

"Just put me in the guest room, and after dinner, I'll call Bailey to take me home. He can help me." I spoke again.

Neil put the clothes in the bathroom, then came over to lift me. I immediately said, "I don't need to bathe."

"After sitting on the ground for so long, don't you need a bath?" Neil frowned.

I actually really wanted to take a bath. It would make me feel better. But my foot couldn't touch water now. How could I bathe?

Neil completely ignored me and directly carried me into the bathroom. Then he called a servant and instructed, "Her foot can't touch the water; be careful."

"Alright." The servant nodded.

After Neil left the bathroom, the servant helped me undress and carefully placed me in the bathtub with only my foot exposed.

While bathing, the servant and I chatted. She came with Ada back then and had known me for a while. But we haven't seen each other for over two years.

"Mrs. Whitmore, in these two years, Mr. Whitmore hasn't brought any woman home. He often sits in the cello room where you used to play. Maybe he regrets it." The servant told me.

"Just call me Ms. Finch. I'm divorced from him. I'm not his wife anymore." I replied softly.

The housekeeper nodded, "Ms. Finch, could you possibly give Mr. Whitmore another chance?"

I was a bit taken aback. When did the housekeeping staff start batting for Neil? From what I knew about Neil, his demeanor towards them wasn't exactly sunshine and roses.

His principle was pretty straightforward. He was paying them, so whoever took his money should bend over backward for him.

"How does he treat you guys?" I couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Mr. Whitmore is indeed a bit on the dominant and distant side. We all know that. He's not one for chitchat with us, but he gave us a pay raise and bonuses on holidays, and if we're in a bind, he's been known to lend us a hand. I think Mr. Whitmore is not as bad as he appears on the surface." The maid replied earnestly.