Hunting for His EX-Wife

“Hmm?” He took the cigarette down and asked back, “Have you eaten yet?”

Rose narrowed her eyes and leaned against the headboard. “Of course I have. Haven’t you? It’s not good for your stomach to skip breakfast, especially since you just had surgery at the hospital not too long ago.”

Rose was really angry now. He didn’t take care of himself properly, and he even got a stomach ulcer last time. What was he planning to do this time?

Elliot standing in front of the window slowly focused his gaze as a cold wind blew by, clearing his mind a bit. Hearing Rose’s words and her slight anger and blame in them inexplicably made him feel better.

“Are you concerned about me?” He asked.

The anger on Rose’s face disappeared instantly, but she wanted to deny it. “How could that be…”

After saying that, she only heard a faint magnetic low laugh coming from the other end of the phone call which seemed almost imperceptible; for a moment, she thought she had misheard it.

“I’ll go eat later. You take care of your child at home and don’t run around.” He reminded her gently over the phone call which made her blush with embarrassment.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Elliot couldn’t hide his smile as he saw Rose hang up quickly; did she seem shy?

This little episode made him feel much better as he stood quietly by the window for a while, but when he turned around to look at old Mr. Harper lying on the bed, all those good feelings vanished into thin air.

When Elliot returned to his villa that night, it was already around ten thirty in evening; passing by Rose’s room next door, he saw light leaking out from under her door, so he hesitated before knocking on it, finally unable to resist himself any longer.

The knocking sound sounded somewhat abrupt in deep silence late at night. Rose had just finished showering and came out blow-drying her hair. When she walked over there and opened the door, she met the eyes of the man who returned home late tonight.

For an instant, she seemed to see through something hidden deep inside his eyes.

“You’re back,” Rose said with a smile. “Is your grandfather okay?”

Elliot’s eyes softened as he leaned against the doorway, facing her. “He’s stable for now. He needs a bone marrow transplant, but we haven’t found a suitable donor yet.”

Rose furrowed her eyebrows slightly. “A bone marrow transplant? Is it that serious?” She knew Mr. Harper had leukemia, but she didn’t realize how severe it was until now.

Didn’t you find it out before? “Rose was a bit confused. If it was leukemia, there would always be some symptoms revealed, but she had never heard Elliot mention it before.

“He kept it from us,” Elliot said, seeming to want to change the subject. “Why are you still up so late?”

His gaze swept over Rose and he suddenly swallowed hard.

Rose had just finished showering and was wearing only a robe with wet hair wrapped in a towel on her shoulder. She raised one hand to hold the towel in place, revealing her neck and some exposed skin below it where water droplets were sliding down seductively.

Elliot couldn’t help feeling flustered and looked away.

He seemed to be losing his self-control when facing Rose, or maybe deep down inside he just binged himself do it.

“Um… I’m about to go sleep,” Rose said obliviously unaware of Elliot’s gaze on her body. “You should get some rest too. Goodnight.”

After saying goodnight, she turned around, intending on closing the door behind her when suddenly Elliot blocked it with his foot before slipping into the room himself while shutting the door behind him with one hand.

Rose looked at him questioningly as he approached holding onto her wet hair saying, “Let me dry your hair for you.”

She was taken aback by his sudden offer not knowing what exactly he meant by that gesture?

Elliot glanced around their surroundings before walking over towards where she sat, then plugged the blower in a nearby socket before beckoning for Rose. “Come here.”

“I can do this myself. It’s so late. You should go back to your room to rest.” Rose declined his offer.

But Elliot insisted. “It’s fine; let me take care of you tonight.”

However, Elliot didn’t understand at all and looked at her, saying, “Come here. I’ll blow it for you” with a somewhat coercive tone.

Ten minutes later, Rose was dozing off with her chin propped up, the noisy sound of the hair dryer still ringing in her ears. The gentle warm air swept over her scalp and the massage on her fingertips made her feel so comfortable that she squinted.

With a big yawn, she glanced at the man in the mirror who was still focused and even gentle while blowing her hair, which was almost dry.

“Alright, that’s enough. You should go to bed now,” Rose reached out to unplug the cord and Elliot didn’t stop her.

“Get some rest early.” Elliot said softly before leaving and closing the door.

Rose breathed a sigh of relief as she lay in bed, thinking he was going to do something.

However, after lying down on the bed, her sleepiness somehow disappeared. She tossed and turned but couldn’t fall asleep. Annoyed, she sat up and rubbed her forehead.

Then she thought about the conversation she had with Elliot just now.

Old Mr. Harper has leukemia and needs a bone marrow transplant, but there is currently no suitable donor available.

Rose’s brows furrowed involuntarily, and she felt a bit agitated.

To be honest, she doesn’t like old Mr. Harper at all, and can even say that she is annoyed by him. However, as Elliot’s grandfather and even the great-grandfather of her children, she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to the old man.

Forget it, she’ll go to the hospital in a few days.

After Rose fell asleep at night, she didn’t notice that someone had quietly entered her room and stood by her bed for a long time before leaving without making a sound.

A few days later, Rose took her child to the hospital with Elliot. Old Mr. Harper had woken up two or three days ago, but he was very weak and couldn’t leave the ward. He also needed a suitable bone marrow transplant.

In order to prevent any harm to the two children, Rose had no intention of letting her son and daughter go in, and even when she came to the hospital, she didn’t plan on bringing them. However, these two little ones insisted on following along, so Rose had no choice but to bring them along.

“Be good and don’t run around, okay? I will be out soon.” Rose patted the children’s heads before going inside.