Chapter 190

It Was Not a Dream

Rosalie slept throughout the entire journey to the hospital. She did not wake up until the car stopped at
the entrance of the hospital. Byron hesitated for a while, but he still could not bear to wake her up. He
instructed the driver to open the car door as he removed his jacket and draped it on her carefully. He
got out of the car with her in his arms.

It was late, and there were only people in the emergency department when they arrived at the hospital.
Byron proceeded with the registration and carried Rosalie to the clinic. After they entered, Rosalie
woke up leisurely.

After a few seconds, she realized that she was still in Byron‘s arms, and the doctor was sitting
opposite. Rosalie‘s face flushed instantly at this realization. However, it was not obvious because of her
fever.

“Put me down!” She pushed Byron awkwardly.

Byron was listening intently to the doctor‘s examination results and only realized that she had woken up
when he heard her voice. He looked down at her but did not let go.

Rosalie also heard the doctor‘s voice. She did not want to make a fuss in front of an outsider, so she
could only calm down and silently burrowed into his jacket, trying to cover her face.

Byron‘s embrace was really warm, and Rosalie felt sleepy again after a while.

She could only vaguely hear the doctor‘s voice, which was occasionally mixed with his inquiries. She
thought silently in her heart that she was very clear about the precautions the doctor said, and there
was no need to ask in such detail.

The next time she woke up, it was Byron who called her up.



“You need an IV drip and probably won‘t be able to go back tonight.” Byron leaned over and put her on
the hospital bed after saying that.

Rosalie was still in a daze. She nodded and could barely keep herself awake as the nurse administered
the drip before she fell asleep again. Byron sat down beside the bed, looking at the small face in front
of him, his expression was slightly clouded.

Having not seen her for six years, she was much thinner than he remembered. Falling ill made her look
even more sickly.

He carried her all the way just now, and he did not feel tired at all. Instead, he felt that she was
weightless and light as a feather.

He wondered how she took care of herself these years.

What was more, she had to bring up two children…

Rosalie finally woke up from her sleep in the middle of the night. She opened her eyes suddenly and
was still a little confused. What happened before was like a dream. If it was not a dream, how could he
treat her so well when he was going to marry another woman?

Just when she was confused, she heard an even breathing sound in the room.

Rosalie glanced over there blankly, only to see that Byron was leaning against a chair. His tall body
almost completely covered the chair, and he was fast asleep in a posture that looked uncomfortable for
a man of his height.

The IV drip bottle beside her was a new one.



At the sight before her, Rosalie could not help but be stunned for a while, and it took a while to realize
that the previous events were not dreams.

It seemed that Byron was so tired because he had to take care of her.

For a moment, Rosalie could not put a finger on her feelings. Looking up at the clock, she realized that
it was already midnight. Unexpectedly, she slept for such a long time.

She did not even know if the children at home were in bed.

She wanted to send a message to Lisa to check on them, but when she thought of the time now, she
would definitely be disturbing Lisa and the children if they were asleep now.

After thinking about it, Rosalie put her phone away.

Her head did not seem so heavy compared to when she was at home. Rosalie raised her hand and
touched her forehead, feeling that the fever subsided considerably.




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