Chapter 205

Evelyn clenched her fists, nails digging deep into her palms.

"Ethan Sullivan, you'll never learn to respect others!"

Her voice trembled, eyes burning with fury.

Ethan stood before her, expressionless, radiating icy detachment.

"I told you on our divorce day—you'll always be my wife."

"Your wife?" Evelyn scoffed. "To you, I'm just a puppet on strings!"

She turned to leave, but his grip yanked her back.

"Let go!"

Ethan didn't budge, his dark gaze unreadable.

"Evelyn, when will you stop being so stubborn?"

"Me? Stubborn?" She wrenched her arm free. "You're the one who's insufferably arrogant!"

A dull thud sounded behind her.

Evelyn spun around to find Ethan collapsed on the floor, his face deathly pale.

"Stop faking it!"

She stood frozen, yet her pulse betrayed her, racing uncontrollably.

Ten seconds... twenty...

"Damn it!"

She rushed back, her stomach lurching at the scorching heat of his forehead.

The wound had swollen, inflamed, with yellowish fluid seeping through the bandage.

"Colin! Get antipyretics ready—now!"

Struggling to haul Ethan into the car, her fingers shook faintly.

At the villa entrance, Colin paced anxiously.

"Miss Evelyn, Mr. Sullivan—"

"Open the door."

Gritting her teeth, she shouldered Ethan's weight, beads of sweat forming at her temples.

Colin gaped as she effortlessly carried him to the bedroom.

"Water."

With practiced efficiency, she peeled away the bloodied gauze, movements unexpectedly gentle.

"He hasn't changed the dressing in days?"

Colin hesitated. "Mr. Sullivan rushed back to see you—"

"Enough."

As she snipped the adhered bandage, Ethan frowned in his unconscious state.

"Serves you right."

Despite her sharp words, her touch softened further.

Just as she finished, a feverish hand suddenly seized her wrist.

Ethan's eyes fluttered half-open, lashes casting shadows beneath them.

"Don't... go..."

The rasp in his voice sent an unwelcome tremor through her.