The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 61

“Sorry to trouble you…”

Ramona pressed her cheek against his chest, her breath barely there.

She truly had nothing left to give, but for some reason, Ethan’s arms felt so warm, so comforting. The pain that had just been tearing through her body now seemed to dull, almost as if it were melting away in his embrace.

“You don’t need to apologize.”

“…But I… right now, you’re the only one I could reach, Mr. Jordon…”

Her words slipped out in a whisper, so soft they were nearly lost to the storm outside.

But Ethan heard every word, and his heart twisted with guilt; he regretted how harsh he’d sounded earlier.

“It’s only right you called me.”

His tone softened, gentle and low.

Outside, the rain pounded down in torrents. Ethan had rushed over without an umbrella, sheltering Ramona with his coat as he hurried her safely into the car.

He ended up drenched from head to toe. Ramona, on the other hand, seemed utterly spent. The moment she got into the car, she drifted off to sleep.

Ethan watched her, her face still taut with pain, and let out a slow breath. He pulled a blanket over her before calling his housekeeper, instructing them to prepare hot water, painkillers, and to ready a room for her.

Ramona had tried to give her own address, insisting on going home, but Ethan hadn’t even listened. In her condition, there was no way he’d let her spend the night alone.

Back at his place, Ethan carried her straight to the bedroom. The staff had already prepared everything, quickly helping Ramona get changed and settled.

Ethan waited just outside the door, not entering again until after the doctor had finished his examination.

“How is she?”

Seeing the thin sheen of sweat still on Ramona’s forehead, Ethan touched her gently with the back of his hand. She didn’t feel nearly as feverish as before.

He grabbed a tissue and softly dabbed her brow. His movements were a little clumsy, but to the people watching, it was almost astonishing.

Ethan Jordon, actually taking care of someone?

The doctor spoke quietly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Jordon. I’ve already given Ms. Jarrett something for the pain. Her body’s weak, she’s exhausted. It would be good to schedule a full check-up soon.”

“She’s still not awake?”

“It looks like Ms. Jarrett is just severely overtired.”

It was only after hearing she’d be alright that Ethan finally relaxed.

He was still soaked from the rain; his hair clung to his forehead, a stark contrast to his usual polished appearance. But since returning, his attention had been solely on Ramona, he hadn’t even thought about changing his clothes.

It wasn’t until the housekeeper reminded him that he started to leave, but suddenly, he felt a tug at his pant leg.

He glanced down—Ramona’s hand was gripping him tightly. She was still unconscious, her brow furrowed, her face ghostly pale. Her lips moved, dry and cracked, as if she were mumbling through a nightmare. Her body trembled faintly.

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