Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day

Chapter 62

The rogue’s movements were silent and stealthy.

Madison had no recourse; after all, he was a patient and deserved some indulgence. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Besides, Ethan’s sudden fever might have been caught in the rain on his way to Tang City.

The traffic light turned green.

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ing in Slandon Harbor, a hazy autumn rain unexpectedly

ic droplets blurred the windshield, the neon colors in the eemed to swirl in the rain, magnifying and muddling.

enclosed car windows heightened the interior temperature.

an, feverish, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt,

aling his robust, florid chest that heaved with each breath.

His eyes were fever-burnt; the retreating streetscape outside the car window seemed to pass by as if in a dream.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet, we’re almost there.” Noticing his labored breathing, Madison kept her foot on the gas pedal without relenting.

“Shh-”

The car, which had nearly free rein over Slandon Harbor, finally appeared at the entrance of the People’s Hospital.

Madison swiftly got out, circled to the passenger side, and pulled at the person inside.

“Ethan?”

The man furrowed his brow, his eyelids seemingly heavy as lead. He obediently followed Madison’s voice and staggered out of the car.

Madison noticed his legs were weak. Just as she was about to speak, he collapsed toward her.

“Ah…”

Thankfully, Madison had a steady stance, or they both might have fallen in the autumn rain.

The duty nurse at the hospital door quickly called for colleagues to help support him.

Madison stood vigil outside, waiting for Ethan to undergo examination.

It didn’t take long for the doctor to emerge. “High fever, 40 degrees Celsius. Why did you wait so long to bring him in?”

Madison was stunned. “40 degrees?”

No wonder Ethan, usually so robust, was now weakened to the point of not being able to stand.

The doctor administered a fever-reducing shot and medication, which were promptly given to Ethan.

For the rest of the time, Madison kept him company.

Late into the night, it was awkward to call Ethan’s secretary.

On the hospital bed.

The man’s cheeks were still faintly flushed, lips whitened by the fever. Asleep, he didn’t carry his usual solemnity and severity.

Madison, both exhausted and sleepy, leaned against the bed and drifted off.

dreams,issit seemed Ethan was holding her hand, gently pattinging

and urginging her to sleep properly in the bed.

on mumbled so something indistinctly and let it be.

Him, quiet realeyloy of the hospital room, Ethan propped himself the headboard, ftb holding Madison’s hand, which she clasped in!

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“I am,” Madison replied, eyes still closed.

So, was she asleep or awake?

But Madison thought she was dreaming.

Seeing that she wasn’t moving, Ethan guessed she must believe she was in a dream and his gaze softened. “Did you dream of me?”

The woman was silent for a moment before answering, “I did.”

“What did you dream about me?” His voice was indulgent as he playfully pinched Madison’s little finger.

But

son didn’t respond.

pice was like a tranquil stream, inexplicably relaxing.” now about letting President Grant protect you from now on?

ison finally stirred.

er face, originally turned to the left, shifted towards Ethan, their, eaths seemed to entangle, indistinguishable from each other.

Ethan’s gaze was deep, falling on her still-closed eyes.

She was asleep, unaware of Ethan’s words.

Morning.

Madison awoke with a sore back and a stiff neck, suspecting she might have slept in an awkward position.

She was startled awake by Jessica, who entered carrying an armload of fruit.

“Ah, big brother is still alive, congratulations indeed.”

“Since I ran into you, how about breakfast?” Amelia was very

enthusiastic.

“No, I still have a friend here.”

“Then let’s all go together!”

Jessica, at the door of the ward, saw Amelia and hurried back in panic. “Big brother, my goddess’s former sister-in-law is here!”

The man who was weak and lingering in bed just a second ago was already standing up, reaching for the suit jacket Jessica had brought.

Amelia blinked, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the man

and woman.

She looked again at Madison. “Is this… your friend?”

How could Amelia not know who Ethan was???

He was the grandest romantic interest in the hearts of flight attendants from all major airlines!

Amelia caught on quickly. “President Grant, hello! Would you… like to join us for breakfast?”

Ethan, who had just received an injection, with a band-aid still on his hand, replied, “Sure.”

His gaze swept over Amelia twice, making her almost sweat.

Why was he staring at her with such a warning look?

Without much choice, Madison was dragged by Amelia to a nearby restaurant.

The four of them took their seats, and the Grant siblings’ glances at Amelia were anything but warm.

Vet Amelia seemed oblivious as she pushed the menu towards them “Please, go ahead and order first!

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