Remarried After I Secretly Divorced the CEO novel Chapter 175

Autumn glanced up at Keith.

What did he mean by that–was he planning to take care of her from now on?

She didn’t dare let her thoughts go any further.

She wasn’t afraid of giving her all, but life was unpredictable, and people’s hearts could change.

If things fell apart later, she wasn’t sure she could bear it.

She collected a few bottles of new medication, different from what she’d been taking before, and unease began to creep in as she stared at them in her hands.

Looking over at Keith, who was taking a call nearby, she felt a wave of uselessness.

Not only had she let her condition worsen, but she was also making him worry.

He’d been on the phone almost the entire time they were together.

He was clearly busy.

And yet she kept troubling him.

It wasn’t right. The guilt sat heavy in her chest.

When he finally hung up and his tall, steady figure walked toward her, she said, “Senior, if you’re busy, you can go ahead. I’ve got the medicine, and I can head back on my own.’

His dark eyes held hers. “Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to drive you home?”

She shook her head. “No need. I drove myself here. I can get back fine.”

Seeing she was firm, he didn’t press the matter.

After a few words of reminder, he left the hospital.

She stuffed the medicine into her bag, tossed the paper bag into a nearby bin and froze at the sound of Irene’s voice behind her.

“Miss Lewis, what brings you to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?”

Autumn’s heart gave a sharp jolt.

Had Irene seen her putting the medicine away?

Anxiety prickled at her skin.

If Irene found out she was sick, her grandmother would hear about it in no time.

She couldn’t let that happen–she didn’t want her worrying.

Her scalp tightened, her fingertips turning pale, the whole moment feeling like getting caught doing something

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she shouldn’t.

Pulling herself together, Autumn turned with a smile. “Just a mild cold. I came to get some medicine. It’s nothing serious.

“By the way, Irene, what are you doing here? Is someone sick? Are you bringing them food?”

Running into Irene at the hospital left Autumn uneasy, probably because she’d nearly been caught putting away

her medication.

A faint trace of guilt clung to her.

Irene, holding a sheet of medical paperwork, sighed. “Madam Ginny fainted suddenly this morning. Everyone else was out, so I had no choice but to have the driver bring us here.”

Her grandmother’s health had never been good, and after injuring her leg, it had only declined further.

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