My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back - Chapter 415

Chapter 415: Calling A Private Doctor
Bella faintly hears Tristan’s voice. She tries to open her eyes, but they feel heavy as if someone has placed glue on them.

“Can you hear me, Bella?” Tristan asked again while touching her burning cheek.

“Ugh…Tristan…yeah. I’m too sleepy to do anything now… Can we not do it tonight? Can we just do it tomorrow? Please!” she said, giving up trying to open her eyes.

Tristan was speechless, but he appreciated her knowing she cared about his particular needs despite being under the weather.

“My dear wife, even though I really want to touch you now, I can’t bear to do it when you have a fever,” Tristan smiled, looking as she finally opened her eyes.

Hearing the word ‘fever,’ Bella immediately tried to sit up despite her stiff body.

“Tristan, my head hurts so much, and I,” Bella’s sentence stopped when Tristan grabbed her hand and helped her to sit. She saw him also offer her a small tray.

She was surprised to see he had already prepared medicine and water for her. How many minutes did she sleep? How could she not remember?

“Hurry, take the medicine,” he urged her to drink as he could feel how hot her hand was now.

He waited for her to drink her med while occasionally glancing at his cell phone. He wanted to call the doctor again to urge him to arrive faster.

Bella said nothing but drank the medicine in a hurry. She needed to drink it to lower her fever. After sitting for a few minutes, she started to feel uncomfortable again. She could feel her throat hurting when she swallowed the water.

Tristan placed the empty glass and tray on the bedside table. He said, “The doctor will come to check your condition.”

“Y-You called a private doctor for me?” Bella was surprised to hear that.

He didn’t answer her right away but helped her to sleep again. After ensuring she was comfortable, he smiled and responded, “Hmm. Yes, and he is on the way here and will arrive soon. Alright, you can continue to sleep again.”

Bella closed her eyes, trying to sleep. However, seconds later, something crossed her mind; taking a deep breath, she said without opening her eyes.

“Hubby, please put on some clothes. You could get sick like me…” Bella said in a low-hoarse voice.

“Huh…” Tristan was taken aback to see he was still half naked. He was too panicky earlier and didn’t care about anything else. He stood from the edge of the bed but didn’t hurry to walk. He said, “Wife, did you dream about me earlier?”

Bella opened her eyes to see Tristan with a frown, “Dream about you? I’m not. Why do you think so?”

Tristan chuckled while rubbing his back neck, “Before you woke, you asked me to have…well, you know… Sex… tomorrow because you can’t do it now.”

Instantly, Bella felt her face even hotter hearing his words. She closed her eyes again.

“You are the one who imagined that… not me,” she said hurriedly. “Ugh, go wear something before I force you to do it now, and you will regret it…”

“Yes, ma’am…” Tristan walked.

He didn’t want to tire her now, or she would be even sicker. Bella smiled when she peeked and saw Tristan run to the walk-in closet.

Tristan returned wearing his night casual home clothes: a black shirt and pajamas the same color as his shirt. He didn’t join Bella on the bed right away but took out his cell phone and made a call in the corner.

“Max, I need you to check Carlos’s location. If he has trouble with a traffic light, help him arrive at my house faster.” Tristan ordered.

“What happened, boss? Why does Carlos need to—”

“Stop asking and do!” Tristan said in cruelty.

“Relax boss, I’m typing now.”

Tristan didn’t say anything but waited for Max’s answer.

“Boss, he is now a mile from your residence, and the street ahead looks empty. So he should arrive in a few minutes.”

“OK, thanks.” Tristan ended the connection and made another call. He instructed Geoffrey to ensure the gate guard didn’t stop Carlos.

After talking to them, he stood in his place, glancing at Bella on the bed. He saw she now seemed to sleep, which relieved him a little.

A few minutes passed, and Tristan was still standing in his place, his gaze fixed on the bed. He was deep in thought, worrying about the many questions swirling in his mind.

Suddenly, a soft knock on the door startled Tristan. He looked at the door and said, “Come in,” as he walked toward the bed.

Standing by the bed, Tristan saw Carlos, his private doctor, and best friend, enter the room calmly.

“Tristan, it’s really nice to see you! It’s been a while since the last time we met.” Carlos greeted him as he stood by his side. “Is this the woman you want me to examine?” he asked, looking at the beautiful woman sleeping on the bed.

Carlos had never met this woman before, and he was shocked when Geoffrey told him his friend had summoned him here to check on her, not himself.

“She is my wife, Carlos,” Tristan said, returning his gaze to Bella. “Please examine her for me. She has a high fever, and I already gave her over-the-counter antipyretic medicine.”

Carlos was shocked beyond words. He didn’t know Tristan had a woman beside him after he divorced a few years ago. Since when did he marry after his last divorce? Why didn’t he invite him to his wedding?

“What are you waiting for? Hurry…” Tristan narrowed his eyes at Carlos, clearly showing his displeasure.

Carlos said nothing else but immediately checked Bella’s temperature, trying not to make direct contact with her. He could feel Tristan’s sharp gaze as if he wanted to drill into his brain if he made direct contact with his wife.

After taking her temperature, he stood before Tristan again and said, “She does have a fever. It’s under control, thanks to giving her the right med. As for why she has a fever, I need to examine her further. I need to run a blood test on her. With your consent, of course.”