CHAPTER 211: CHAPTER 211 SHE’S QUITE ILL

Her petite and slender body trembled continuously as he spoke.

Turns out, divorcing him would mean losing so much.

Ha...

The man’s gaze was fixed tightly on her delicate face, and upon seeing her reaction, he seemed somewhat pleased.

"Do you still want to divorce me now?" The man continued to ask her.

Lin Banxia bit her lower lip, her small hands anxiously twisting together in unease.

After two seconds of silence, she still replied in a very soft voice, "Yes, I want a divorce!"

Huo Yanting’s deep-set eyes suddenly seemed to freeze over with frost. He shoved her aside harshly: "Fine, we’ll divorce tomorrow!"

"Thank you!" Lin Banxia’s voice was so faint it was barely audible.

"You’re not allowed to leave tonight!" The man stood at the door of the study, his voice cold and commanding.

Lin Banxia froze. The man slammed the study door shut forcefully, as if severing all ties with her.

Lin Banxia sank weakly onto the sofa in the bedroom. She didn’t even bother turning on the light; her mind was a chaotic mess she couldn’t untangle.

Foggy and exhausted, she lay on the sofa and drifted off to sleep. Whether it was the long walk in the afternoon or the rain she had been caught in, her head felt heavy and dizzy.

While she was still hazily asleep, a sudden bright light pierced through.

She forced her weary eyelids open, only to see the man standing before her, looking down at her from above with an expression devoid of any emotional warmth: "Go take a shower!"

"No, I’m too tired. I’ll just sleep on the sofa!" Lin Banxia truly didn’t want to move—she was utterly drained and just wanted to sleep.

"I can’t stand dirty things!" The man’s cold, merciless words slammed down.

Lin Banxia’s muddled mind froze momentarily, then she looked at him.

"Tonight, you’re still my woman!" His meaning was crystal clear.

Lin Banxia didn’t know where she found the strength, but she laboriously rose from the sofa and staggered toward the bathroom.

She took a quick shower and came out wearing a robe, stumbling numbly as she sat at the edge of the bed.

Huo Yanting glanced at her feigned pitiful act and let out a cold chuckle: "Admitting that the person you like is Leng Weichen, and you can’t even be bothered to pretend with me anymore, huh? Women, always so self-serving."

Listening to his sneering mockery, Lin Banxia didn’t even have the energy to rebut—her heart just felt sour and heavy.

The man’s tall frame directly pushed her down...

Over an hour later, Huo Yanting realized the woman beneath him showed no reaction.

How strange—was she trying to play dead?

Just as Huo Yanting was considering how to punish her, his thin lips brushed against her forehead...

It was burning hot.

Huo Yanting had been brimming with rage moments ago, but now he urgently flipped her over and saw her pale face flushed abnormally red, her entire body burning with fever.

If earlier he had merely thought her state was the result of exertion, now he was certain—this woman was sick, and quite seriously so.

Huo Yanting swore under his breath, quickly got out of bed, cleaned himself in the bathroom first, then carried her in and placed her in warm water, intending to give her a bath to cool her fever while cleaning her up.

Throughout the ordeal, Lin Banxia remained semi-conscious, her lips—normally rosy like delicate roses—appeared pale and lifeless, weak to the point of evoking pity in anyone who looked at her.