The CEO’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

The Ceo’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

Chapter 39: Because You’re Sick

Airina slumped on the sofa, holding her phone in a tight clutch, and closed her eyes – both in disappointment and exhaustion. Suddenly feeling cold, she hugged herself, not even bothering to grab her phone which had fallen on the ground. She moaned, reclining deep into the warmth of the sofa.

It was just supposedly a nap which took two hours. At the same time, a call came into her phone resulting in her momentarily waking up and shuddering from the cold. The caller was Matthew and no one else.

[“Rina? Have you returned yet to your house?”]

Airina weakly hummed in response, trying to straighten her posture but couldn’t as she had just woken up.

“… Why?” She whispered.

Matthew clicked his tongue, [“Are you sick? This won’t do, I must get to your house and see your condition….”]

Airina opened her eyes hazily, “No need,” she sighed, “I am just tired and needed some rest.”

Matthew insisted, already wearing his suit. [“What do you mean? There’s no one to take care of you now that you’re sick. Besides, I am not that busy at the moment. All right, enough of this and wait for me.”]

“Matthew,” her voice was faint, but it was sharp, “Your company comes first. Regarding myself, I really just am tired.”

Matthew released a deep exhale. He can’t win against the firm Airina. Even if he came to her right now, she would just get mad and yell which is not suitable for a sick person like her. He clenched his fist.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

[“All right, I understand. I’ll end the call, so you better rest up.”]

Arina smiled in relief. “Mhm, thanks.”

She was aware of his persistence thus if she didn’t stop him on time, he would come to her without hesitation. Apart from that, she didn’t want the reporters to judge wrongly that she and Matthew have a thing between them.

With difficulty, she struggled to stand up and wear her slippers. Afterwards, she went to the kitchen to drink water but as she was weak, the glass fell on the ground and crushed. The shattering sound of glass pierced her ears, making her cover her eyes and ears.

Fortunately, the glass didn’t hit her foot, so she was fine. She crouched, intending to pick them up when a doorbell to her door took her attention. She presumed it was Matthew, so she loudly inhaled, approaching the door.

Upon doing so, she spoke thoughtlessly, “I told you not to visit me, why did you….”

“You’re sick.”

The voice was different. Still holding the doorknob, she gazed up only to discover it was Jackson and not Matthew. She gritted her jaw, having the motive to close the door, which was faced with Jackson’s strong force, who gave himself a space to get in and held her wrist gently. He placed his palm on her forehead and then hissed in discovery.

“You have a fever. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Airina turned around, “Leave, I want to rest.”

He followed behind, “You’re sick. Let me take care of you.”

She raised her hand in disapproval. “No need, I don’t need your… Ahh!”

Airina caught on her own footing, causing her to stumble and fall but Jackson seized her wrist and gently pulled her up into his arms. She panted in fear and the moment she raised her eyes; she locked gazes with Jackson, who was worried about her. Jackson frowned at the sight of her misty, flushed cheeks before looking away.

“Be good. You’re sick so don’t move too much.”

“Why are you here?” She asked in a feeble voice.

Jackson slightly groaned, swiftly placing her above his arms and carrying her as he stepped on the stairs.

He softly answered, “Because you’re sick.”

Airina scoffed, slowly feeling sleepy, “You’re… such a liar.”

Jackson nodded his head. “I am a liar, a bad man because I hurt you. So, after you recover, you should hit me until you feel better,” he carefully placed her on the bed, and whispered, “That’s why I am sorry.”

He brushed her hair, staring for a while. Afterward, he searched for a towel, heating up water before putting it on her forehead. He had also cleaned the shattered glass on the ground. Occasionally, he wakes her up to feed her porridge, even wiping her shoulders, arms, and face to reduce her fever.

“Take a good rest, Rina. I’ll be here.”