Mr. CEO Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time novel Chapter 418

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.”

She hesitated half a beat, then added, “And… thank you for today.”

He knew she meant for taking care of fier.

Before he could respond, Old Mrs. Wilson’s voice came from behind: “Franklin, is this how you take care of people? Maggie just broke her fever and you let her stand by the window in a draft? What if it comes back?”

Separated by some distance, Maggie answered first, “Grandmother, I’m pretty much fine. It won’t come back that easily.”

“You never know how to take care of yourself,” the old lady said, clearly displeased. “You still don’t look well. You need more rest. It’s early yet–Maggie, go back to your room and lie down a while. When you wake up, It’ll be just in time for dinner.”

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