Don't Escape, My Beloved Girl
Chapter 585

Chapter 585

Everett was pushed out, and Davis immediately stepped forward. "How is it?"

"He is fine for the time being, but he can't get out of bed or move around again."

"I understand."

Everett was sent to the ICU.

After Everett vomited blood, he had difficulty breathing. It was obvious that the wound was touched and it was very dangerous.

Now that his situation had stabilized, Davis was relieved for the time being.

But was Mr. Weston really willing not to move around?

In Milan.

In a VIP room in a club, Henry sat on the sofa with his arms open.

A woman in a sexy dress was in his arms. She unbuttoned his shirt, and kissed him on the chest.

However, Henry did not react. He held his cell phone and looked at the photo that had been sent to him. His eyes were curved, and he looked very charming. "Everett, you really like this woman."

Henry scrolled on the screen and closed the picture. He opened the contacts and dialed a number. "Tell the journalists that Olivia is in the hospital." "Yes, Mr. Gold."

"Remember, don't involve our great Mr. Weston and our talented violinist."

"I understand."

When the phone hung up, Henry threw his phone away and pulled up the woman who was unbuttoning him and pressed her on the sofa...

Melody walked out of a studio in Milan after filming.

Joan stepped forward, took her coat, and put it on her. "There's a fashion party tonight, which is at..."

Before she could finish, Melody's phone rang.

It was the sound of a text message.

Melody opened it and quickly paused.

In the text message was a photo where Everett held Olivia and looked at the camera with cold eyes. The coldness seemed to be coming out through the screen and could freeze people. Melody's face changed.

She clenched her phone, and her long fingernails were almost turned over.

Joan noticed the change in Melody's expression and looked at her phone. She frowned instantly.

Although Everett and Melody were not married in fact, Olivia and Brayden were married. If others knew about this picture, what would happen?

Melody turned off her screen and strode out of the studio.

"Book a ticket back to Paris."

It was already night when Olivia woke up.

However, she was dizzy, nauseous, and vomiting. Apparently, the fever had worsened her health which had been better before.

Brayden didn't dare to close his eyes and stayed with her all night.

It was only the next day that Olivia was fine.

"I'm sorry to worry you."

That was the first thing Olivia said when she woke up.

"I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't take good care of you."

Brayden touched her forehead. The fever was gone, but she looked a lot worse.

His heart ached.

"It's none of your business. I should have taken care of myself."

Olivia didn't want to get sick, but sometimes it was a vicious cycle. The sicker you were, the weaker your body became. The weaker you became, the more likely you would get sick. "Don't say that. You'll be fine. I won't let you that happen again."

From today on, he would be by her side all the time until she left the hospital.

Olivia smiled. "OK, I'll be fine. When I fully recover, we'll go to the temple and ask for blessings."

Hearing her words, Brayden paused and then said seriously, "Okay, I know a good temple. We'll go after you get better."

"OK."

Brayden would have laughed at Olivia, but now he was willing to believe even in superstition.

As long as she could be healthy.

After the two of them talked for a while, Brayden stopped Olivia from talking and asked her to rest.

Now she was very weak.

Olivia agreed and closed her eyes.

Brayden tucked her in and looked at her haggard face. He felt he had seen the person two years ago when she had just miscarried.

She had been so fragile then.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

Olivia opened her eyes.

Brayden said, "I'll answer this."

"Okay."

Brayden went out to the balcony to answer the phone. Olivia looked at him. He had been taking care of her for a while, and he had lost weight. Brayden closed the door and pressed the answer button. "What's the matter?"