Love Her English Novel Chapter 681

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Chapter 681
Alex glanced at him but didn’t reply. Unscrewing a bottle of painkillers, he popped two pills into his mouth and swallowed them dry.
For the next three or four days, Alex didn’t contact Ellie.
After work, Ellie returned to Zerikith, noticing Alex’s consistent daily messages. She didn’t reply. When he needed her, he was all over her, but now? Nowhere to be found.
Then Nalani called, asking Ellie to meet her at the Earl Hotel.
“Mommy!”
Ellie rarely got to see her two kids. Hugging them tightly, she couldn’t bear to let go.
In the private room, Nalani, Ellie, and the kids chatted. Nalani asked, “How’s Alex recovering?”
Seeing Ellie’s puzzled expression, Nalani set down her pastry. “You don’t know? Alex was seriously injured”
Ellie lowered her gaze to hide her emotions, ‘So that’s why he disappeared these past few days.
“I heard from my husband that Alex tracked down the people following you. He got surrounded by their elite fighters,” Nalani explained.
Ellie quietly listened to Nalani recount Alex’s recent activities.
For safety reasons, Ellie decided not to bring the kids back to Zerikith and had Whitney pick them up instead
Returning home alone, Ellie hesitated for a moment before knocking on Alex’s door.
“Dr. Thompson,” Barry greeted as he opened the door, letting her in.
Ellie’s sharp senses as a doctor picked up a faint metallic scent in the living room.
She frowned and asked Barry, “Where’s Alex?”
Barry pointed to the bedroom. “He just lay down.”
As Ellie headed to the bedroom, Barry quickly made himself scarce.
After days of sleeping on the sofa, Alex finally gave in. Ignoring his still–healing wound, he took a shower and collapsed onto his bed. “So comfy!”
Draped in just a white robe, Alex sprawled out, hugging a small floral blanket he’d swiped from Ellie’s car.
Standing in the doorway, Ellie caught sight of him looking ridiculously content, clutching her blanket.
“How’s the wound?” Ellie asked as she walked over and yanked the blanket from his hands.
Seeing her, Alex instinctively tried to sit up, only to tug at his wound. Grimacing, he leaned his head against her shoulder, breathing heavily. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Who told you I was hurt?”
Gently pushing him away, Ellie knelt on one knee by the bed.
Their eyes met, and Ellie suddenly said, “Should I stay tonight?”
Alex grabbed her waist tightly. “You’re not mad anymore?”
Ellie rested her hands on his shoulders and slowly pushed him back onto the bed. Looking into his eyes, she said softly, “Not mad anymore.”
Alex’s chest heaved as his breathing grew heavier. Trying to restrain himself, he gritted his teeth. “You better rest for a couple more days. If you wear me out again, I might not survive. If you don’t ‘feed‘ me properly, I can’t sleep at night!”
Ellie smiled mischievously, her gaze teasing as she slowly reached for the belt of his robe.
“If you touch any lower, I swear I’ll–AHH!” Alex let out a scream that echoed through the bedroom.
Ellie had pressed her hand down on his wound before rolling off him with a smirk.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Alex glared at her. “Do you want me dead? My wound’s still bleeding!”
Ellie raised an eyebrow. “Done pretending?”
Knowing he’d been caught, Alex lay back with a groan. “Who’s pretending?!”
Ellie moved closer, lifting his robe to inspect the wound. “How did this happen?”
Alex deadpanned, “You wouldn’t let me sleep enough. I got desperate, sneaked into a housewife’s bed, and got stabbed by her husband.”
Ellie paused, staring at him.