Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Divorce Has Never Felt This Good Chapter 138

The reporters exchanged wary glances and finally stepped aside to make way for Devin.

Devin and Becky headed straight to the parking lot.

Some reporters were unwilling to give up and followed them, but immediately retreated upon meeting Devin’s threatening gaze.

The car slowly drove out of the hospital. Eyeing the reporters from the rearview mirror, Becky sighed warily.

She had heard what Babette asked her just now.

Was Babette crazy?

Her simple question had effectively slandered Becky in front of all those reporters.

After all, Babette was there when Becky spoke to Raina last night. She heard everything that was said.

Noticing Becky’s pensive silence, Devin turned to look at her with concern. “Are you unhappy?”

Becky glanced at him but said nothing.

Nodding slightly, Devin tapped his fingers on the steering wheel restlessly.

The traffic lights turned green. After taking one last look at Becky, he faced the road and started the car again.

Last night, Lowell had already silenced the news regarding Rory’s true love. But now, what with the explosive news about Raina’s suicide, even Lowell couldn’t do anything to bring down the heat online.

What Babette said to Becky at the hospital only added fuel to the flames. She undoubtedly meant to tell everyone that Raina’s suicide attempt had something to do with Becky.

Now, it was rumored that Becky hated Raina because her ex-husband had only loved the latter, which was why Raina was forced to slash her wrist.

As soon as Jessie caught wind of the news, she rushed back to Courtbush from her friend’s concert.

After taking her medicine, Becky sank onto the sofa and glanced at Devin, who seemed to have no intention of leaving. “Well, I’ve taken the medicine. Thanks for your help.”

Her implication was clear—Devin should leave now.

But the man in front of her couldn’t seem to read between the lines. He glanced at her and said nonchalantly, “I won’t disturb you. Go and get some sleep.”

Becky’s eyebrow shot up and she looked back at him incredulously.

Both of them fell silent for a while. Finally, Devin added, “You have a fever. Go back to your room to sleep first. When your fever lets up, I’ll go.”

After all, he was the one who had sent her to the hospital. It was tricky for her to reject him heartlessly.

At a loss, she pursed her lips and said, “Make yourself comfortable.”

The medicine had made her extremely drowsy, and she didn’t have the energy to argue with him.

Devin looked up at her with a smile.

Becky got up from the sofa and retreated to the room. She closed the door behind her, changed into pajamas, and sank into bed, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Her troubles had to be set aside for now.

After getting off the train, Jessie hailed a taxi and went straight to Becky’s apartment. Talia had told her over the phone that Becky was not feeling well today and did not come to work.

Thinking of the photos she saw on the Internet, Jessie’s heart was racing with anxiety and she couldn’t help but urge the driver to go faster.

She had the spare key to Becky’s apartment. After she raced upstairs, Jessie didn’t even bother to knock and unlocked the door.

The sun was setting by then. When the door was pushed open, she saw the apartment bathed in a warm glow. It was very quiet inside, and the fragrance of freshly-cooked porridge wafted over to her nose.

Jessie clicked her tongue, surprised that Becky was still in the mood to cook porridge for herself.

Sighing in relief, Jessie didn’t hesitate to hang her bag on the coat rack and kicked off her shoes. However, as soon as she stood up, she saw Devin in an apron standing in front of her. He looked like he lived here.

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