The Divorce Papers Tasted Like Revenge (Tracy and Chandler) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 An Unexpected Patient

Tracy still hadn’t figured out Sean’s motives by the time she lay down in bed.

She rolled over. Forget it. If she couldn’t figure it out, she wouldn’t try. It was almost midnight. She needed to sleep, or she’d be in trouble trying to wake up tomorrow.

She set an alarm for 6:00 AM and fell asleep.

She slept soundly all night.

The next day, as soon as the alarm went off, Tracy threw off the covers and got out of bed. She got ready quickly, then went to Sean’s door and knocked.

After a moment, there was no response. She knocked again. After knocking several times, she pressed her lips together, took out her phone, and called him.

No one answered. He was really in a deep sleep. But we agreed to go to the market together, didn’t we?How could he not get up when it’s time?

Tracy felt a little deflated. Fine, she’d just go by herself. She was about to turn and leave when she heard a door open behind her.

Tracy turned around and saw Sean standing in the doorway. He was still wearing yesterday’s shirt, his handsome face flushed, and he looked completely drained.

Her intuition told her Sean was probably sick. She hurried over and touched his forehead. He was definitely burning up.

She helped Sean to the sofa and sat him down, then looked up at him. “Do you have any fever medicine here?”

Sean forced himself to sit up on the sofa. His eyelids were heavy, his head was spinning, and his body felt hot. He shook his head. He had moved in here temporarily. Aside from the bare necessities, he hadn’t stocked any medicine.

Tracy asked, “Besides the fever, do you have any other symptoms? Like a sore throat, stuffy nose, or a cough? Tell me everything at once so can get the right medicine.”

Sean shook his head. “No.”

She took out her phone and immediately ordered fever and cold medicine on a local delivery app.

After doing that, she looked at the empty coffee table and asked, “You don’t even have a kettle?”

Sean shook his head again.

Tracy glanced around. There wasn’t even a water dispenser. Does he just not drink water?

She went to the bathroom, got some hot water, soaked a towel, and placed the damp towel on Sean’s forehead to try and cool him down physically.

Watching Tracy bustle around, a faint smile touched Sean’s lips. He was rather enjoying this. He simply closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

She then went to her apartment to get her own kettle. After the water boiled, she poured it into a cup to let it cool.

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