All Chapters of The Ultimate Cure: A New Husband: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Adriana, determined to avoid her Grandma Lydia, hurriedly completed her discharge late at night and checked into the Nash family's private hospital.The next morning, Chris called."Where are you?"After waking, he had rushed to the hospital as soon as Jimmy updated him on her condition, only to find that the nurses had discharged her despite her high fever."I'm at Alex's hospital.""I'm coming over now."Not long after the call ended, Chris arrived—along with Heidi."Madam, are you feeling any better? Sir instructed me to make you some breakfast. Have some. When you're sick, you have to eat properly."Heidi arranged the warm breakfast boxes on the table, while Chris gently touched Adriana's forehead."You're still feverish. Any other discomfort?""No, I'm much better."To avoid infecting him, Adriana wore a mask."Chris, you should go back."She was only ill for a short while, a few IV drips at most; it would be troublesome if Chris caught her fever."I'm not going anyw

Adriana had been in the hospital for three days, during which Chris had visited twice.Her cold had mostly cleared up, but she had no intention of checking out. The hospital was quieter than home, and she felt freer here. After confirming with Alex that bed availability wasn't an issue, she extended her stay for another three days.Today was an international tech exhibition, featuring numerous concept products. Oliver had invited Adriana to go along, and intrigued, she didn't refuse.Sanctity Group also had a booth, run by Carla and several colleagues from the tech department. Adriana greeted them politely, but wanting to avoid any encounters with familiar faces from the Slater Group, she decided to explore the exhibition alone.After passing through three or four booths, she arrived at the Paradigm Group's display.The theme was "Humanity and Infinity". Adriana paused, drawn in by the creativity on display. A staff member noticed her fascination and asked with a smile, "Miss, w

Adriana strode out of the exhibition hall, inhaling the crisp evening air. Her mind immediately cleared.It was still early, so she decided to head back to the lab. The research on the walking aid she was developing for Chris had hit a bottleneck, and the stack of materials she had prepared was waiting for her attention.A silver-haired man appeared from the opposite direction, pausing in front of her to appraise her."Adriana?"Her eyes lit up, and she gasped in surprise. "Professor Langer!"Seeing his beloved student again after so many years, Professor Cornel Langer's eyes shone with delight."Five years and you still look like a student."Adriana glanced down at her outfit and smiled sheepishly. A short black cashmere coat over a white, schoolgirl-style sweater—practical for experiments, but not exactly glamorous."Professor Langer, here for the exhibition?""I came early, already saw everything, and was just about to head home."Adriana jingled her car keys. "I can give

"It's snowing."The sky had been brooding all day, and at last, late into the night, delicate flakes began to drift downward.Adriana let go of Francesco, palms lifted, chasing the falling snow. The flakes were thin and light—melting instantly against her warm hands. She reached, cupped them, then slowly opened her palms to watch the tiny drops slide away.Francesco stood close, watching a single flake descend onto her thick lashes. When she lifted her head, the dim streetlight caught her eyes beneath those long lashes. She looked absolutely breathtaking.Seeing this, an inexplicable irritation flared in his chest. He turned his gaze away, only to glance back almost immediately, as if some invisible force compelled him to watch.The momentary torture ended when a car pulled up and a man and woman stepped out. Francesco handed Adriana's car keys to the woman. "Take her home."Adriana pouted in protest."I'm not going home. I don't have a home.""You do," Francesco snapped, "and

Adriana's hand paused mid-wipe on the table. She looked up and smiled softly."He's right," she said.Oliver smelled gossip in the air, but with Bianca present, he couldn't ask Adriana directly."You must be mistaken. Adriana is absolutely not a bad woman," he said.Bianca's eyes locked on him. Each word came out sharp and deliberate. "I… hate… her."Adriana lightly tapped Oliver's arm, signaling him to stop defending her. From Bianca's tone and choice of words, it was clear that Francesco had told her about their past. If Oliver knew, he'd likely see her as callous too.The history between her and Francesco left her in the wrong, and she knew it.Francesco returned carrying two saucers of sauce. Adriana stood to take some as well, but one was placed in front of her."If your taste hasn't changed, this should suit you," he said."Thank you."Indeed, her preferences hadn't changed—spicy and numbing was always her favorite. Francesco knew her preferences.During the meal, Fran