After taking her temperature, Maggie tried to stay awake for a while, but Franklin still hadn’t returned, and she soon drifted off again.
When she opened her eyes next, he was there, reading.
Noticing she was staring in his direction without really focusing on him, Franklin stood, touched her damp forehead, and asked, “What is it?”
They hadn’t had physical contact in a long time.
Maggie wasn’t used to his touch. She knew he was checking her temperature, but she still brushed his hand away and shook her head.
She was only surprised he was still here. She’d thought he’d left the old house after that call.
She broke into another heavy sweat; the fever finally began to recede for real. Sticky and uncomfortable, she changed clothes again, ate a little, rested, and fell asleep once more.
When she woke, it was already afternoon. By then, the fever had completely broken.
Franklin wasn’t in the room; it was very quiet.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand–Johnny, asking how she felt now. She replied briefly, he had work to do, so they didn’t chat long.
Putting the phone down, she took in the room properly for the first time.
Being sick, she hadn’t paid attention before. Now she noticed Franklin’s room was much as it had always been. The bottles and jars on the vanity she used were still there. Earlier, when she’d grabbed clothes to change, she’d also noticed that her clothes were still in the wardrobe–hanging neatly beside Franklin’s.
“Not feeling well?”
She hadn’t realized Franklin had come back until he spoke; she’d drifted off into a daze.
She drew her gaze back and shook her head. “No. The fever’s gone.”
“Mm,” Franklin said. “I know.”
Maggie paused, said nothing, got out of bed, chose an everyday outfit from the wardrobe, changed, took her phone, and headed for the door.
Watching her back, Franklin asked, “Where are you going?”
“Out for some air.”
He didn’t object.
A while later, when Franklin left the room, he found Maggie standing at the upstairs landing window, staring out at something.
He walked over.
Hearing his steps, Maggie turned. “Traffic’s moving again. I’m feeling almost back to normal, so I’ll head out.”
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The readers' comments on the novel: Mr. CEO Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time
Alguém saberia dizer o que houve com o livro, sem atualização a tempos...
Nada de episódio novo?...
Does the book stop? When are we going to get a new chapter?...
Olá, A história parou no capítulo 288? O nome do livro me gerou mais expectativas, quando ela realmente vai desprezar os dois e brilhar???...
Everytime I read new updates I am hoping to see Maggie completely moving on with her life not always checking where Franklin is up to with Julia. I think everyone reading this story by now understand that Franklin doesn't care about Julia. So what is the point of always pointing out how indifferent Franklin is to Maggie and how attentive he is towards Julia....
What does Helen mean Maggie is still married? Married to whom? Franklin has made it clear that he doesn't consider her anything and is flaunting his relationship with Julia for anyone who has eyes to witness it.So Maggie should wait for the divorce to be finalized to date. Isn't that double standards. And Franklin is dragging the divorce deliberately since divorced or not he does what he wants without any consequences. Really women are emotionally oppressed even authors only know that point of view 😕...
I feel sad for Maggie and all married women who have to endure emotional abuse with no end in sight. By the look of it,Franklin doesn't want to divorce Maggie for whatever reason. Either the reason is good or bad, Maggie shouldn't be humiliated like this just because she loves him. And the grandmother should be helping her get a divorce not emotionally blackmailing her, if she really cared about her. Franklin is using Maggie's love for the grandmother to abuse her. Is really loving people wrong? Author this one-sided hurt is not right. Let Maggie move on with dignity. It shouldn't end up with Franklin professing his love for her and her accepting it....