The Untouchable Ex Wife by Mizuki Sei

Chapter 578
Renee wished that this man would care less about her. She was only having a cold, not paralysis or something of that manner.
She really did not want him to carry her into her bedroom.
Besides, how could a man simply enter the bedroom of a woman?
Nevertheless, she felt really weak now and had little energy to resist. All that was on her mind now was that she wanted to lie
down and sleep, so she pointed to the staircase and said, "The first room on the second floor."
And the man carried her to the bedroom on the second floor.
Renee's bedroom and her personality were rather contradictory. The room was all pink and light blue, piled with all sorts of dolls
and figures. A lace curtain hung circumferentially over the bed in the middle of the room, giving the room a beautiful dreamlike
ambiance.
"I can imagine that you look as cranky as a tyrannosaurus but actually have a maiden's heart."
Mr. Q put Renee on her bed and wandered around her room.
Renee's head throbbed, and she said in annoyance, "You can go about your business if there is nothing else. You don't have to
stay here."
"No can do. I have promised Margaret to take good care of you."
"I don't need you to do that for me. I will be alright after taking a nap."
"Then you can sleep, and I shall carry on strolling."
The man bent down and started examining the models placed on the piano.
Renee was very irritated and wanted to kick the ignorant man out of her room. But for the sake of the contract, she could only put
up with it.
So she pulled the blanket over her head and fell asleep.
While sleeping, she vaguely heard Margaret coming in and out of the room.

"Are you alright?"
She heard Mr. Q's cold, crisp voice through the blanket.
Renee was too hot and weak to care about him, so she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
"Margaret has boiled you some concoction. Drink it before you fall asleep again."
Mr. Q sat beside her bed with a bowl of steaming concoction in his hand. He was blowing on it to cool it down a bit.
Renee was still curling up under the blanket like a kitten, not wanting to face the outside world. Or to be precise, she did not want
to face this very annoying rich man she could not afford to offend!
"If you can't drink it yourself, I don't mind feeding you," said the man leisurely while looking at the woman who was playing dead.
Renee rolled her eyes.
'Tsk, what a dishonest man. Why is he still not admitting that he likes me when he is being so attentive?'
She wanted to know how he would feed her if she did not show her head.
The next second, Mr. Q pulled away the blanket covering Renee's head, sipped the concoction, and leaned forward.
Renee instantly sobered up from drowsiness and backed up in fear. ’What ... what are you trying to do?"
The man was silent with the concoction in his mouth. His deep eyes were very serious. His intention was more than obvious.
Renee gulped and surrendered. "You win. I will drink it."
Mr. Q smiled in satisfaction. He swallowed the concoction in his mouth and said softly, "Don't try to be a hero when you're sick.
Isn't it good sometimes to be obedient?"
Renee shuddered at his words, feeling nauseating.
She nearly vomited when she took the bowl and smelled the concoction.
"Margaret's concoction smells so awful. I really don't want to drink it. My body is strong and does not need this. I will recover
once I've taken a nap." "No more bargaining. Drink it."