?Chapter 149:


    Ellie, still deep in slumber, continued to mumble and furrow her brow as if difort haunted her dreams. With a gentle touch, Kaiden smoothed the crease between her brows, his gaze softening with affection.


    Still, he couldn’t help but murmur, “You are so fragile.”


    When Ellie awoke, she was met with a sharp ache in her waist and back. Her body felt as if it had been dismantled and pieced back together, leaving her utterly drained.


    Outside, the winter sun cast a warm glow, showing it was well past noon.


    Ellie’s memories of falling asleep were hazy. She only remembered Kaiden leading her to the shower and the instinctive wariness she had felt toward him. Despite her pleas for him to stop, he had seemed indifferent to her words. The thought of it still sent shivers down her spine.


    She found it baffling that a man who usually feigned disability in a wheelchair, confined to an office, could possess such physical vigor. It defied logic. Truly, it made no sense.


    “Mrs. Thorpe, Mr. Thorpe has sent over some medication for you,” the maid said, presenting her with several boxes of external remedies.


    As Ellie scanned the medicines and read their intended effects, her eyelids twitched, and a fresh wave of difort washed over her.


    “He… uh… did he send you to purchase these?” she asked, her voice faltering with embarrassment. Even speaking was difficult; her throat ached from the night’s exertions.


    “Yes.” The maid, noticing Ellie’s flushed cheeks, added, “Mrs. Thorpe, you seem a bit flustered. There’s no need to be embarrassed. We understood the situation when Mr. Thorpe had someone rece the bed sheetsst night.”


    The maid’s smile carried a hint of mischief.


    Ellie had the urge to facepalm but chose to remain silent.


    She had nned to go shopping with Baylee, but her legs were so weak now that walking felt impossible. Resigned to her state, shey on the sofa, lost in thought. What hade over her? Why had she acted so boldly, uttering such provocative words the previous night?


    Wouldn’t it have been easier to just be straightforward? After all, Kaiden had acknowledged her as his wife. What harm would there have been in being direct? Why had she only managed to embarrass herself?


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    With a sigh, Ellie was ovee with regret.


    Ellie spent an entire day recuperating at home.


    As evening approached, a sensational headline emerged. “Omiros Stylist used of Being a Homewrecker.” The headline was apanied by a photo showing Ellie and a man entering a sleek silver supercar.


    “Scandalous! The homewrecker should be shunned. I vow to discredit her styling work from now on.”


    “Setting aside the controversy, she’s undeniably stunning. Despite the photo’s blur, her beauty is unmistakable. I must admit, her allure is quite captivating.”


    “Stay grounded, fellowizen. Don’t be charmed by a homewrecker.”


    “Isn’t that a limited edition Koenigsegg, the global sports car? The man must be wealthy.”


    “Why can’t these women just behave?”


    “Is she really Omiros’ stylist?”


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