Babies' Secret: My Ex Wants Me Back!-Chapter 83: Fever

Chapter 83-Fever

Aaron glanced away from Raymond weakly, his ears ringing from his nagging and voice. It was like what he was saying was echoing in his ears and made his head thump vigorously. Aaron never knew a voice could trigger a headache.

After he left Katherine’s apartment—heartbroken yet furious at himself for not deleting Amanda since day one—he regretted every decision of his. He should have taken Raymond’s question seriously yesterday. He’d thought Amanda would have sat still and waited till the contract expiration, and he would divorce her and pay her, but yet Amanda destroyed everything for her.

Aaron picked up his phone to call his PA to contact the lawyer when his phone screen blinked, chiming as Raymond’s call flashed in.

Painstakingly, Aaron swiped to green and held the phone to his ear. The phone nearly fell from his hand from loss of energy. "Hello," his voice sounded scratchy, rough, yet weak.

"Boss," Aaron could hear the worry in Raymond’s voice, and he rolled his eyes. "Are you okay?" his voice came in.

"I’m fin—" Aaron sneezed, not able to finish his statement.

"I can feel you’re fine," Raymond bit out, then Aaron heard shuffling sounds from the other side.

"Talk to you later," Aaron muttered, trying to hang up as his head pounded.

Aaron hung up, finally pulling off his sticky suit from yesterday, dropping it on the floor as he dragged his hot body to his room, and collapsed on the soft bed.

He just wanted to close his eyes. When he woke up and recharged, he would go back to Katherine, but for now, he couldn’t even feel energy in his body.

Aaron was shook awake by a worried, marred, yet fuzzy-looking Raymond. He blinked to keep his blurry sight at bay, his eyelids were hard to peel open. Even through his hazy vision, he saw Raymond trying to help him up, and he groaned because with every move, a jolt of headache rushed to his head, making it feel like it wanted to split open.

Aaron just wanted to sleep away the fever he was feeling. He was cold yet hot, he wanted to sleep yet wanted to be awake. His eyes stung, his ears rang, his throat parched with a bitter aftertaste, and his nose stuffed.

"I can’t believe you came down with a fever, boss," Raymond fretted, as Aaron released a crackled chuckle that sounded like a frog in the night even to his own hearing. He wanted to cringe at the sound.

Raymond was surprised after the call. He knew Aaron took care of his body to the core and never fell sick since he’d known that man—except when he was hospitalized after the accident six years ago. The man never got sick. He was like an immortal. But what could make him break down?

He drove his car to Aaron’s building and punched in the passcode—don’t ask how Raymond knew the passcode. He was the owner of a security company for a reason.

Raymond entered the house and was greeted by discarded outfits and shoes on the ground. He shook his head, clicking his tongue under his breath. He picked them up, put the suit in the laundry basket, and the shoes on the rack.

He walked to the room he thought—or could rather guess—would be Aaron’s room, and his gut nailed it. It was Aaron’s room, as he found Aaron splayed on the bed, duvet over his shivering body, yet sweat rolling down his face. Aaron’s face was red, pulled in a grimace and frown like he was in pain, grunting.

Raymond shook his head.

Raymond placed his hand on Aaron’s forehead and quickly removed it when he felt the heat radiating from his body. So hot, it could cook rice—figuratively, not literally.

"Boss," Raymond shook Aaron, but the only response he got was a grunt and a scrunched face. Raymond made a quick call to his assistant to buy some cold drugs from a pharmacy and bring them.

Raymond quickly placed a warm towel on Aaron’s forehead to lower the temperature. When the assistant came, Raymond collected the drugs and helped Aaron take them.

"Boss, you’ve got so much to say when you get back on your feet," Raymond muttered, taking the empty porridge bowl to the kitchen.

He returned to the room, switched on the humidifier, then tucked Aaron into bed carefully. He wrote an instruction note on the table beside the bed, placing a tablet Aaron should take when he woke up.

Raymond walked out of the door, looked back at Aaron on the bed, and smiled softly. He didn’t know what made Aaron shut down with sickness when he had still seen him yesterday evening at the bar—something must have happened between Katherine and Aaron.

It was only anything pertaining to Katherine that could get to Aaron.

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Aaron had been on and off conscious, groaning with every move, and finally, when his eyes pried open, he blinked, holding his head as he sat up on the bed.

He looked around the room and noticed it was silent, then his eyes caught a paper on the table. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Hey boss, take this after waking up. But damn, you are so much work to do." A small smile graced Aaron’s lips as he stared at Raymond’s cursive writing. He hadn’t hallucinated Raymond’s voice earlier. He was here and had nursed him.

Aaron groaned, getting up from the bed as his legs shook wobbly. He took the duvet, covered his body, and walked slowly to the living room to see everything had been cleaned.

He plopped on the couch tiredly when the bell to his house rang. He raised his brow at it—he wasn’t expecting anyone—and dragged himself to the door. He opened it to find Mathew standing.

"How did you know here?" he asked, but Mathew shrugged.

"You look like hell," Mathew said. His expression was unreadable as he stared at Aaron.

"What do you want?" Aaron brushed off Mathew’s statement. His voice was rough.

Mathew’s tongue peeked out between his lips as his eyes flashed angrily. "To return the favor," Mathew responded. Without giving Aaron a chance to prepare or ask further, he punched him.

Aaron staggered back from the blow, his legs nearly buckled from the pain. "What the heck?!"

"You motherfucker!" Mathew growled. "You made her cry again." Mathew raised his fist to punch him again, but Aaron returned the punch—though weakly and clumsy. "I stepped back because I thought you’d make her happy, but all you do is break her heart!"

"You think I wanted this? I love her!" Aaron shouted, breath labored, his face still throbbing, yet he welcomed the pain. He deserved that.

"You love her, yet you continue to break her fragile heart. You cheated on her with your bimbo!" Mathew threw another punch at Aaron.

Aaron welcomed the second punch again. Maybe this would serve as punishment for all the tears he had made Katherine spill from her eyes. His Katherine crirver because of him. Because of his incompetence.

"Why did you do that? Why did you come back? You’re making her crawl back into that black hole, that abyss," Mathew said, his voice trembling. "If you love her like you claim, you wouldn’t have gotten that bimbo pregnant."

"The baby isn’t mine! There is nothing between me and Amanda!" Aaron yelled, but the last part came with a cough.

"The baby isn’t yours but you’re married to her—why did you? Katherine cried herself to sleep last night. Crying and crying, blaming and blaming herself."

Aaron’s body shook from what Mathew said. He made Katherine cry. Why was he always the reason behind Katherine’s tears? He never wanted any of them. Yet he wasn’t there to comfort her, he wasn’t always there.

"I should have told her about the contract," Aaron mumbled, and Mathew raised his brow in confusion.

"What contract?"

"Marriage contract between Amanda and me. We were just partners—nothing else—and I thought Katherine not knowing could protect her."

Mathew swallowed at the revelation and blinked, his jaw tensed. "Well, you failed."

Aaron felt his vision go hazy as he staggered a little, dizziness washing over him. He blinked at the black dots covering his eyes and tried to touch the wall for support. "I’ll make it right," his voice slurred a little.

"I don’t care whether you make it right or not," Mathew turned to leave. "I’m done stepping aside for you when you keep hurting her," he said in a cold voice. "If you really love her as you claim, fix this mess. But know this, Aaron—I’m not backing off anymore."

Aaron looked at Mathew as he clenched his fists at his sides.

"I did step back from chasing her—not because I’m scared or not enough for her—but I let go because I thought you could give her the happiness she deserves. But now, I see you aren’t worth losing to." And Mathew jammed the door.

And Aaron slumped down, the headache now tenfold than before.

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