Chapter 302 I Love You, Only You
Evelyn felt Edward's heavy, hot breaths against the nape of her neck like flames licking her skin.
Wherever he touched, a blush of shyness spread.
"Edward! Are you out of your mind? What nonsense are you talking about? Edward!" Evelyn questioned.
Sweat soaked through Edward's thin pajamas, drenching Evelyn's clothes as well.
Edward was delirious with fever, his mind foggy; his whole body was in such pain as if it were falling apart.
The only thought he had was to hug Evelyn, his beloved woman.
"Evelyn, don't leave me, don't hate me," Edward's wet face was buried in her shoulder; his choked voice was obvious, evoking pity and heartbreak.
Evelyn was unable to tell if the heat on her shoulder was from his sweat or his tears.
A wave of infinite sorrow spread from the deepest part of her trembling heart to every nerve ending, binding her soul inch by inch.
She thought, 'Edward, you've never been this humble in front of me. When I cried, staking all my pride to beg you not to divorce, not to leave me, you coldly threw the divorce papers in my face, forcing me to sever all ties with you, standing so high and mighty.'
Evelyn looked at the disheveled Edward, tugging at her lips, though her eyes were red, "Edward, are you out of your mind? What nonsense are you talking about?"
"It's not nonsense; it's the truth," Edward stubbornly shook his head, water droplets streaming down his handsome cheeks, "Evelyn, I love you."
Evelyn's beautiful eyes narrowed sharply.
She stiffened her neck, appearing calm, but the tips of her ears were red as if they were about to bleed.
Edward, using the last of his strength, lifted his head and gently caressed the face he longed for day and night. His eyes were filled with deep, longing tears, hazy yet moving, "Evelyn, I know what I'm saying. I said I love you, only you."
The next second, Edward lost consciousness, his vision going black as he collapsed heavily onto her.
"Why here of all places? You're so heavy!" Evelyn's beautiful eyes widened in urgency and anger, her delicate fists clenched, ready to hit Edward's back.
Then she remembered his injuries, her fist unclenching mid-air, gently resting on his soaked back.
She let out a soft sigh, "If I had known it would come to this, why did we start? Edward, loving you is too hard. Let's both move forward."
Eric and Bart arrived at the villa at the same time.
Though Bart sometimes acted like a hot-blooded young man, he was, after all, the chief secretary of the Wellington Group's president and was very perceptive.
He immediately noticed that Eric's expression was extremely bad.
"Bart, how is your boss doing?" Eric asked anxiously.
"He vomited blood twice more and has a high fever."
Bart felt terrible thinking about Edward's pain last night, wishing he could suffer in his place.
"How could this happen!" Eric's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched so tightly that they cracked.
"I've already notified Ms. Tyler. The medicine she gave Edward before helped a lot. I think she will have a solution!" Bart had no better options and could only pin his hopes on Evelyn.
At this moment, Eric noticed the black Bugatti parked at the door, recognizing it as Evelyn's car.
Narrowing his eyes, he thought for a moment, "Wait, let's not rush in."
Bart looked puzzled.
"They rarely get any time alone. Let's give them a little more time together," Eric explained.
Moving Edward, a tall man, back to the room was difficult.
Fortunately, the villa had an elevator. Evelyn dragged and pulled Edward back to the room. By the time she got him onto the bed, her dress was soaked through.
"You're so heavy! I want to dismember you!" Evelyn was panting heavily but had no time to rest. She hurried to the bathroom, soaked a towel in cold water, and used it to cool Edward down.
After finishing, Evelyn plopped down on the bed, too tired to move.
"Why are you causing so much trouble with such a high fever? Do you know you're such a hassle?" Evelyn looked at the feverish and delirious Edward with irritation, but her heart was heavy.
After all, it was because of her that he was in this state.
"Evelyn," Edward's eyes were tightly closed, his long lashes trembling. His murmurs filled with longing for her.
"Alright, alright, stop calling. I'm here," Evelyn pouted, muttering to herself, "If I had known there would be so much trouble, I would have William deliver the medicine."
With that, Evelyn got up, intending to find some fever medicine in the house.
Edward's bloodshot eyes snapped open, and he grabbed her delicate wrist.
Evelyn's expression changed dramatically as she struggled, "When did you wake up? Or were you never unconscious? Are you lying to me?"
"I've never lied to you," Edward could barely breathe, but he used all his remaining strength to grip her wrist, as if afraid she would escape, "I heard you in my dream, saying you were going to leave, so I forced myself to wake up. Don't go, stay with me for a while, just a while."
His usually cold eyes were now wet and messy, showing a warmth that was only for her, deep and affectionate.
Evelyn's heart fluttered.
Evelyn's heart fluttered, but she still spoke coldly, giving him no face at all, "I contacted Bart, and he'll be here soon. I've delivered the medicine, and you're on the bed now. I've done what I needed to do. Staying with you is not my responsibility. We're divorced, Edward, don't make things difficult."
However, as soon as Evelyn tried to get up, Edward pulled her into his burning chest.
A wave of dizziness hit her, so Evelyn let out a startled cry.
Edward swiftly turned, pinning her beneath him.
Afraid his weight would crush her, he propped himself up on his elbows, the muscles in his arms barely visible under his pajamas.
Their rapid breaths intertwined and mingled.
Evelyn looked up at Edward's face, his eyes clear and mesmerizing, like a starry sky.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't force me?" She felt her cheeks heat up, a tingling sensation spreading through her body. "You never keep your word."
A drop of Edward's hot sweat fell unguarded onto her face, leaving a small burn in her heart.
"Who told you to come see me at this critical moment?" Edward's thin lips curved slightly, his heated body enveloping hers, staring at her as if entranced, "Ms. Taylor, are you taking advantage of my illness to steal my heart?"
Evelyn's face turned bright red, embarrassed and angry, wanting to retort.
Edward didn't give her the chance. He pinched her chin, leaned down, and kissed her lips, forcefully prying them open, hot and lingering.
Eric and Bart were waiting downstairs, feeling nervous.
Bart paced back and forth worriedly, glancing upstairs from time to time.
Eric, on the other hand, sat on the sofa with a dark expression. His eyes fixed on the surveillance footage on his phone.
He watched the clip of Molly being bullied by Jessica over and over again, his anger growing each time.
"Eric, what are you watching so intently?" Bart asked curiously, leaning over.
As soon as he got close, Eric looked up coldly, "Go away."
Bart was startled by the sharp look and backed off quickly.
Eric continued watching the footage. When he saw Jessica approaching Molly, who curled up in fear, hugging her head tightly, the practiced motion made his heartache.
Wait!
Eric's brows furrowed as he closely observed Molly's actions.
Why did she look like she had a stress disorder? Had she been frequently beaten at home before?
Was it because Debra often hit her that she reacted with such fear when Jessica approached her? Is that it?
"When did you two get here? Why didn't you say anything?" Evelyn came down the stairs, surprised to see Eric and Bart in the living room.
She quickly adjusted her breathing.
Eric put away his phone, flashing a mischievous smile at Evelyn, "We didn't want to be a bother."
Evelyn glared at Eric, wishing she could hit him!
Eric crossed his legs, twisted his waist, and propped his chin on his hand, scrutinizing her.
Noticing Evelyn's moist lips and lingering blush, the experienced Eric raised an intrigued eyebrow.
"Ms. Tyler! You're finally here! Mr. Wellington is saved!" Bart looked at Evelyn with starry eyes, almost in tears.
Evelyn didn't have time to correct the title, speaking seriously, "Bart, Edward's high fever is caused by a recurrence of internal injuries. It shouldn't be taken lightly. I've contacted a private hospital under the Knight Spear Group, and the attending physician is ready. You and Eric should prepare to take him there now."
Bart bowed deeply, "Thank you, Ms. Tyler! I knew you cared about Mr. Wellington! You wouldn't let him die!"
"I won't let him die, but that has nothing to do with whether I care about him," Evelyn walked down the stairs, her gaze cold as she approached Eric.
Eric met her eyes, feeling a strange sense of pressure.
"Eric, come outside. We need to talk," Evelyn said.
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