Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 180

After they arrived at the hotel—

Stella swiped the keycard and pushed the door open. Briony’s face twisted in discomfort; she clapped a hand over her mouth and rushed straight into the bathroom.

Retching echoed from inside.

“Bryn—” Stella called, hurrying after her.

Outside the bathroom, Stewart and Cedric Clarke waited in the hallway, listening to Briony’s painful vomiting. Both men wore grim expressions.

It was a while before the sounds finally subsided.

Stella emerged, supporting a pale and exhausted Briony as they left the bathroom together.

The room had two beds. Stella guided Briony to one and helped her lie down.

Briony was clearly feeling awful—she barely managed to close her eyes before slipping into a restless sleep.

Stella pressed her palm to Briony’s forehead.

A slight fever.

She tucked the blanket around Briony, then got up and stepped outside the room. Looking straight at Cedric Clarke, she said, “Leave your first aid kit with me.”

Cedric handed it over, concern etched on his face. “Is she all right?”

Stella shot a cold look at Stewart. “Thanks to someone, she was throwing up nonstop on the flight and now, just landed, she’s running a fever. What do you think?”

Cedric had no answer.

With a sharp motion, Stella snatched the kit from Cedric’s hands and shut the door in their faces.

Outside, Cedric scratched his nose and shook his head. “Man, look at the mess you’ve made… what a disaster.”

Stewart’s lips pressed into a thin line, his expression stormy and cold.

After a moment, he turned and strode toward the elevators.

Cedric called after him, “Hey, where are you going?”

…

Inside the room, Stella took Briony’s temperature.

99.9 degrees.

At least her fever wasn’t dangerously high.

She opened the first aid kit, rummaged through it, but found nothing suitable for pregnant women.

With no other option, she soaked a cloth in rubbing alcohol and gently wiped Briony’s forehead and neck, hoping to bring her fever down physically.

Briony tossed in her sleep, brow furrowed in distress. Even unconscious, she looked miserable.

Stella’s heart ached for her friend, and she silently cursed Stewart all over again.