There He Is Again, My Ex-Husband novel Chapter 359

After arriving at Anstonburg, Emelia went to the hotel to check in first. Maybe because they had been in the car, Emelia felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

She didn't say anything but put up with it.

They went to their respective rooms to rest, and Emelia pounced on the bed as soon as she entered. She felt much weaker since she had fallen ill some time ago.

After lying in bed for a short while, there was a knock, and Julian's voice sounded. "Emelia."

Emelia was speechless. Wasn't he even tired after he had driven all the way? Why did he come to her now?

She leaned against the wall and asked, "What's wrong?"

Julian said with some concern, "I saw that you looked pale when you got off. Are you not feeling well?"

Emelia was bewildered. She didn't expect him to be so observant.

"I'm just dizzy, probably due to motion sickness." Emelia didn't have to hide it anymore since he found it.

Julian walked in and picked her up, "Lie down and rest."

Emelia said nothing.

She was not so dizzy that she couldn't walk, so he didn't have to hug her onto the bed.

Before she knew it, Julian had already covered her with the quilt, adjusted the pillow, turned around, and went to boil water.

Emelia felt grief when she leaned against the bed and watched Julian do things for her.

He should have had a good rest since he had driven for more than two hours.

When Julian turned his head and saw that her eyes and nose were red, he quickly touched her forehead, "Is it very uncomfortable? Take you to the hospital now?"

Emelia calmed and shook her head, "No, a little rest works."

She would be okay with just a little dizzy.

Neither of them spoke, and the room fell silent.

The moment Emelia looked up, she saw Julian staring at her. She suddenly wanted to nestle into his arms the moment their eyes met.

Whereas, she restrained herself, knowing that Julian would be unable to let go of her once she had taken the initiative.

She averted her eyes and let him leave. "You can go back. I'm fine."

Julian refused, "No, I'll take care of you here."

Emelia glared at him. Was he looking for an excuse to stay?

Ignoring her fierce glare, Julian brought her water.

"I wanna take a break." Julian put away the glass and lay down beside Emelia after she drank the water. Emelia originally wanted to push him away but then changed her mind when she saw the faint shades under his eyes.

How could she be willing to kick him out when he wanted to rest since he was busy recently?

As soon as he felt her caring, Julian immediately moved his legs up and rolled over to her. Emelia was too weak to get rid of, so she gave up struggling.

With a heartbreaking glance at the frail, sleeping Emelia, Abigail sighed lightly.

After all, Julian had pushed her too hard. He only wanted to renew their relationship in a hurry but forgot the pressure she got.

Julian implored Abigail, "What's wrong with her? What do you mean?"

"Let's get her to in-patient first." Abigail didn't tell him the reason. It was not the right time.

It was more than half an hour later when Julian helped Emelia settle down, and the doctor intervened again.

Abigail looked at Julian, who was crouched by Emelia's bedside, holding her hand tightly, and said anxiously, "My friend is coming over here."

"Thank you." Julian couldn't care about anything else at the moment. He said in a hoarse voice and continued to gaze at Emelia.

The guilt and remorse overwhelmed him. Emelia got sick before and flew back to see his grandfather, and he then dragged her to see a doctor of traditional medicine before she could rest.

Julian kissed her slender fingers with his eyes tearful. He hoped he could bear the pain for her.

Abigail didn't say anything more when she saw him like this and gently closed the door and went out.

After her friend arrived, Abigail hurriedly took her to Emelia's ward. Julian had asked for a single room for Emelia, and after taking her pulse, Abigail's friend was furious. "You shouldn't have brought her to me in this situation."

"She apparently has depression in her heart and has endured so much that she gets illness."

This friend and alumni of Abigail, named Frances Strickland, was nearly sixty years old but was hale with silver hair. However, her stern look was frightening.

"That's what I judged too." Abigail followed along with a sigh.