soup ingredients
electrolyte drinks
Honestly?
I blacked out emotionally.
At one point the pharmacist looked at me sympathetically.
“Your husband is very sick?”
I froze immediately.
“…Boyfriend.”
The woman smiled knowingly.
“Ah.”
Oh my God.
I grabbed the bags quickly before escaping with what remained of my dignity.
Stupid Adrian.
Stupid overworked billionaire.
Stupid handsome sick man.
By the time I returned to the penthouse, I was still irritated.
Which was good.
Because if I wasn’t irritated
I’d probably panic seeing how exhausted he looked.
I made soup quietly in the kitchen while muttering insults under my breath.
“Work work work.”
“Psychopath.”
“Doesn’t know what sleep is.”
“Probably thinks rest is a government conspiracy.”
Eventually I carried the tray upstair
