Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 82

The man’s brows knit together as he shot her a quick look, barely meeting her eyes before turning away.

“Turn around and let me see!” Emmy’s voice came out sharper than she meant, worry threading through every word.

He acted like he didn’t hear her at all. Instead, he held out a pack of wet wipes in front of her.

“Here, clean up,” he said, his voice calm but distant. “Just lie back. I’m going to go change my bandage.”

Before she could say another word, he’d already turned and walked out.

He wore a plain black T-shirt. If she hadn’t caught that brief glimpse, Emmy never would have known his wound—hidden under the fabric—had split open again.

Her heart twisted painfully.

She remembered the fire, the way he’d thrown himself over her, shielding her from the falling debris. That muffled groan he let slip—he must have been hurt then.

But he never said a word. He kept carrying her back and forth, acting like he was completely fine.

Emmy bit her lip in frustration, angry at herself. How had she missed it? How could she have ignored his pain?

Suddenly the hospital room door swung open.

She thought it was James coming back, and blurted out without thinking, “You finished so fast?”

But she froze when she saw who it really was.

The last two people she wanted to see right now.

Dean walked in with his arm around Evelina, a fruit basket dangling from his other hand. His eyes swept over the room.

“Who were you talking to?” he asked.

His gaze landed on Emmy, alone in bed, and his brow furrowed with disapproval. “Where’s the nurse? Why are you here by yourself? What if something happened? This is so careless.”

He sounded like he still thought he had the right to scold her, like he was still her husband.

Emmy’s expression chilled. Her words came out flat and cold. “Don’t pretend you care.”

Evelina hurried forward, her voice soft and syrupy. “Emmy, are you feeling better?”

She held up a thermos. “Dean said you love chicken soup. I made this myself—golden black chicken broth, just for you. It’s good for your recovery. Want to try some?”

She twisted off the lid and started ladling the soup into a small porcelain bowl.

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