Divorce Has Never Felt This Good Chapter 134

Becky didn’t like reminiscing. This dream made her feel as if being cut off from the outside world for ages.

The curtains were still drawn, and the room was dark. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, got up, and changed her clothes before parting the curtains.

It was after eleven in the morning. The sun was shining bright.

Becky stood at the French windows for a long time before she turned and went into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

She trembled as she splashed cold water on her face.

It was then she realized that she had a fever and that washing her face with cold water wasn’t good for her in her present condition.

Becky looked in the mirror and found her pale, gaunt reflection looking back at her. She was really sick.

Her phone began to vibrate. She collected her thoughts before answering it. “Hello?”

“Are you okay?”

Devin’s worried voice greeted her. He frowned as he heard the hoarseness in her voice.

It wasn’t until Becky heard him that she realized it was Devin. She cleared her throat and said, “What’s up?”

Devin didn’t answer her question but asked instead, “Did you catch a cold? Did you go to the hospital?”

His words gave Becky a headache. She frowned as she said a little impatiently, “I’m hanging up.”

She then hung up, poured herself a glass of water, and settled down on the sofa to drink it.

She felt better once she had some water in her system. She ordered porridge and medicine online and leaned back on the sofa, watching the clock tick by.

When the doorbell rang, she thought it was the takeout she had ordered.

But she was surprised to see that it was Devin. “Devin?”

“You are not dreaming. It’s me,” Devin said with a smile. He raised a hand to feel her forehead. Becky was slow to react and couldn’t avoid the touch.

The skin under his palm was so hot, he could tell that she had a fever.

Noticing her gaze, Devin looked down at her and said, “You’re looking at me so intently. Aren’t you afraid of falling in love with me?”

Becky came to her senses and looked away. She took a step back and said, “I caught a cold. If there’s something you want to talk about, let’s do it later.”

She made to close the door, but Devin stretched out a hand and stopped her. “Can’t I come to you if I have nothing else to do?

Why aren’t you going to the hospital, Becky? Are you a kid?”

Becky wasn’t as strong as him and she watched as he easily pushed the door open and walked in. He darted a glance at her, smiling as he said, “Get changed. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

He had barely finished speaking when a knock sounded on the door.

His eyebrows shot up as he turned to open the door.

“Hello, here’s your order. Enjoy your meal.”

Devin took the takeout and looked back at Becky. “You haven’t eaten anything?”

Becky sat down on the sofa.

Weak and dizzy, she wasn’t in the mood to talk to him.

Devin came over with the takeout and sat down next to her. He helped her open the takeout bag and said with a faint smile, “Do you have the strength to eat? If you don’t, I’ll feed you.”

“I’m not feeling well, Devin,” Becky said, looking at him.

Devin stopped smiling at her words. “Then listen to me. Don’t move. I’ll feed you,” he said seriously.

Becky went blank for a while.

Devin scooped up a spoon of porridge and brought it to her lips. “It’s not hot.”