My Billionaire Husband Wants Me Back
He’s sneezing so hard I start to panic.
“Are you okay?” I ask, stepping closer.
He nods but doesn’t say a word, already heading toward the kitchen. I follow behind him quickly, watching his every step. His broad shoulders shake slightly with every sniffle, and I can’t help but feel bad.
I grab a glass, fill it with water, and hand it to him. “Here,” I say softly.
He takes it from my hand, his fingers brushing mine for just a moment before he gulps down the water. His breathing steadies a little. The sneezing slows, though his eyes are swollen and red, like he just lost a fight with nature itself.