Unexpected Blessing After Divorce

Chapter 403

Chapter 403 Why Did You Not Return?

Yuliana looked around and realized that she was still in the hotel room. What just happened was just a dream.

However, her dream felt so real and vivid. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

She even felt how warm the blood was when it hit her face.

She raised her hand and wiped her face at the thought of the blood in her dream and came away with only cold sweat on her hands.

After a while, Yuliana picked up her phone and checked the time.

It was four o’clock in the morning.

She had slept for only five or six hours.

“Why isn’t Wesley back yet?” she wondered.

Yuliana opened her WhatsApp. The last message was sent by Wesley, telling her not to wait up on him and to sleep first.

Her mind went blank for a while, and then she typed in three words: [How is he?]

After a few minutes, there was still no reply from Wesley.

Yuliana hesitated for a moment. Then she got up, put on her clothes, left her room, stopped in front of Room 406, and knocked on the door twice.

After a while, the door opened from the inside.

Wesley seemed to have just been woken up, for his eyes had that blurred look to them. “Why are you here?” he asked in a hoarse and low voice.

“Did I wake you up?” he said.

Yuliana saw his sunken and wrinkled eyelids, and she knew it was not only her who didn’t sleep well that night. She was sure that Wesley didn’t sleep well too. She thought it must have taken most of the night for Wesley to dress Christopher’s wound. Besides, Wesley must have slept on the chair since there was no way he would sleep on the same bed as Christopher.

“Why didn’t you come back to the room?” Yuliana’s heart ached for him. She raised her hand and touched the corner of his eyes, trying to smooth the wrinkles.

Wesley grabbed her hand and pressed it against his face before kissing it twice. “I did, but you were fast asleep, so I didn’t want to wake you. Christopher’s wound is a little inflamed. I took his temperature, and he had a low fever. I was worried his fever would worsen during the night, so I decided to keep an eye over him.”

Yuliana knew that Wesley did that to put her mind at ease. But apart from being moved, she couldn’t help feeling sorry for him.

“It’ll be morning in two to three hours. Why don’t you go back to the room, and I’ll stay here instead?” she whispered.

“No, it’s okay. You should go back.”

Yuliana hesitated. “I can’t fall back asleep.”

She just woke up from the nightmare. The cold sweat on her back was still sticking to her skin, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

“Did you have a nightmare?” asked Wesley.

Yuliana nodded.

“Come in.”

Wesley put his hand around her waist and guided her into the room before closing the door.

Yuliana glanced at the sleeping Christopher. His limbs were spread all over the bed, just like how it was last night. He quietly slept as if he was a wounded beast who had lost all of his aggression.

Wesley also glanced at Christopher. He frowned slightly and took out the thermometer to measure his temperature. The frown on Wesley’s forehead became even deeper when he saw the numbers.

“What’s his temperature?” asked Yuliana.

“It’s almost 104 degrees Fahrenheit.” Wesley put away the thermometer and took out some medicines from the first aid kit. He looked at Yuliana and comforted her, “Don’t worry. His fever is caused by the infection of his wound. The temperature should come down after I inject anti-infection and fever- reducing medicines into him.”

Yuliana nodded and stood aside. She watched Wesley take the syringe and deftly inject the medicine into Christopher’s body.

Christopher, who was in and out of consciousness because of the fever, seemed to sense something. He struggled a little and then calmed down when the needle was pulled out.

After the injection, Yuliana and Wesley sat down on some chairs. One hour later, Wesley took Christopher’s temperature again.

When morning broke, Christopher’s temperature finally dropped below 102 degrees Fahrenheit.

Yuliana glanced at Wesley, whose eyes were hollowed out by a lack of sleep. “Go back to your room and sleep for a while. I’ll watch over Christopher.”

Wesley looked at her and nodded.

Wesley was indeed very sleepy. He hadn’t had much rest for three consecutive nights. He tried to nap whenever he could, and except for last night, he hardly had the chance to lie on an actual bed ever since he came to Druobridge.

Yuliana didn’t feel sleepy at all after Wesley left. Her computer and the books she brought to pass the time were all in Room 416.

The only way she could kill the time was to scroll through her phone.

She checked out the apps on her phone one by one. Most of them were for work, and the only two apps for entertainment were a social app and a short video app.

Yuliana opened the short video app and watched a few videos about cats and dogs.

She remembered that Rowan had asked for a pet dog before.

At that time, she had just moved to Champs Manor after returning to Juxshire from Jeahron.

Annie’s family had a Corgi. Rowan fell in love with the Corgi as soon as he laid his eyes on it and had been asking for one ever since.

But at that time, Yuliana didn’t give in to Rowan’s request for fear that he would be allergic to the dog’s fur due to his poor health.

It took a long while before Rowan was able to get over his disappointment.

It was only after Yuliana took Rowan to the arcade twice and bought a few of his favorite toys did Rowan forgot about the whole pet dog thing.

But Yuliana actually liked to see children having fun with pets, so it was natural for the short video algorithm to always recommend her videos like that.

She leaned against the chair and scrolled the short videos. Suddenly, she heard a low cry coming from the bed

“W-W… Wat…”

Yuliana couldn’t hear the words clearly, so she glanced toward the bed.

Christopher’s lips seemed to be moving and not moving at the same time. This caused Yuliana to wonder whether she imagined things.

However, she heard the words clearly when Christopher spoke again.

“Water…”

Yuliana put down her phone and walked to the bedside. The lights in the room had been turned off, but there was some light from the morning sun.

Christopher’s eyebrows were all scrunched up, and his eyes remained closed.

Yuliana didn’t know whether he was awake or dreaming, so she asked, “Are you asking for some water?” Christopher frowned again when he heard her voice and mechanically repeated the same word “Water

Yuliana immediately picked up the bottle of mineral water at the head of the bed, opened it, and helped him drink the water.

However, Christopher was in a sleeping position. There was no way he would be able to drink it without spilling on himself unless he was propped up.

Yuliana hesitated for a while, put down the bottle, and sat on the bed. She helped Christopher up, careful to avoid his wounds, but he was still burning with fever and couldn’t exert any energy, so all of his weight bore down on Yuliana.

Yuliana held Christopher on one side of her shoulder and fed him the water with her other hand. Christopher immediately gulped down the water as soon as the rim of the bottle touched his lips.

He drank in a hurry, and some of the water spilled out of the top, drenching their clothes.

Yuliana frowned. She wanted to clean up the mess, so she decided to put the bottle down, but Christopher pulled the bottle back to his mouth before she could ever do that.

Yuliana was stunned. She cast her eyes down and saw Christopher was wide awake.

“Well, you should be able to drink from the bottle yourself now that you’re awake,” said Yuliana.

After that, she tried to break free from his grip, but Christopher held her tighter, not giving her break free. He raised his head and looked at her with his dark eyes.

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Yuliana panicked and struggled to break free, but the next second, the half-full mineral bottle went flying across the room.

Christopher turned over and pinned her down on the bed. Then, he threw himself on top of her like a beast. She felt a stingy sensation on her lips before the taste of blood filled her mouth.

Yuliana pushed his shoulder with both hands to dodge his kisses.

“Christopher!”

Christopher ignored her cries and continued to bury his head in her neck, kissing at the places where Wesley had left his mark.

“Ana, you are mine and only mine.”

Christopher bit her collarbone.

Yuliana felt pain, and her hand gripped his right shoulder tightly.