Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 298: Just Take Your Medicine

On the 88th floor of Silver Crest Global District.

"Daddy, Daddy, Mommy’s downstairs!" Kane rushed into Daniel’s room after checking the tracker.

Daniel was lying on the couch while Philip was applying foundation on his face.

"Daddy, are you trying to scare Mommy by pretending to be a zombie?" Kane asked, covering his eyes.

Philip’s hand stopped mid-air and he stared at Daniel seriously. "Yeah... the color does seem a little off."

Daniel looked at himself in the mirror. It wasn’t just "off." His face looked like it had been slapped with white paint.

"Philip Collins!" he shouted.

Philip threw the powder aside and ran away from the room.

Kane quickly grabbed Daniel’s sleeve. "Hurry, Daddy! Mommy’s almost here!"

"Mommy’s in the elevator!" Railer called out as he peeked into the room.

Daniel rushed into the bathroom to wash his face and then changed into damp clothes.

When Chantelle walked in, the first thing she saw was Daniel sitting on the sofa, soaking wet and pale as a ghost. He looked awful.

Sitting next to him was Stephanie, wearing a blank expression. When Chantelle looked at her, Stephanie just shrugged.

Daniel had promised her the newest Princess Elsa figurine and a food trip around Easthan. That’s why she agreed to help with their little act.

Kane, always playful, grabbed Chantelle’s hand when he noticed her staring at Daniel doubtfully. "Mommy, Daddy won’t take his medicine. Is he going to die?"

Chantelle still wasn’t convinced until she touched Daniel’s forehead.

He was burning up.

"Why didn’t you take your meds?" She scolded him gently.

"I’m too depressed to care," Daniel said, looking up at her with pitiful eyes.

There was something so innocent in his eyes that it caught her off guard.

"Don’t worry. Philip’s good at what he does. You’ll get better," she said, thinking he was feeling upset because of his erection problem.

Daniel wanted to say, I’m sad because you don’t care.

But the words didn’t come out. He just looked down, looking even more drained.

Chantelle knew she had to take some blame too. She talked more gently this time. "Just take your medicine."

Daniel nodded. One of the servants came over and handed him the pills.

But he didn’t move. He just stared at Chantelle, holding his breath.

She sighed, took the pills, and brought him a glass of water.

As Daniel finally took his medicine, Philip returned and led the three kids out of the room.

Only Chantelle and Daniel were left in the house.

"Go change your clothes. And maybe don’t mess around with your body like it’s a joke next time." She couldn’t help but remember last night as she looked at his wet clothes.

Her cheeks felt hot as she helped him up and led him to the bathroom.

But just two minutes later, Daniel was already calling for her.

"What do you want?" she asked.

He opened the door after changing, but his shirt was crooked, showing off his toned abs.

"Did you suddenly become an exhibitionist?" Chantelle asked, seeing the smug look on his face. It was obvious he was doing it on purpose.

"Help me with the buttons," he said, standing there like it was the most normal thing.

Chantelle let out a dry laugh and turned to walk away.

He didn’t say a word but quickly followed her. No matter where she went, he stayed right behind her. Every time she turned around, those defined muscles were right in her face.

Chantelle’s patience ran out. With no other choice, she finally approached him and began buttoning his shirt.

Her cool fingers brushed against his skin now and then. Daniel swallowed hard.

He wanted to pull her into his arms, but he held back. If she found out he was faking his illness, it’d all be over.

Chantelle noticed the look on his face and rolled her eyes. Then she leaned in, stood on her tiptoes, and whispered into his ear with a playful spark, "I’m done."

Her slender fingers patted his chest and lightly grazed over a sensitive spot, whether on purpose or not.

He stiffened. Heat rushed through his body, urging him to grab and kiss her.

"What else do you need me to do?" she purposely asked in a soft voice.

Daniel stared at her intensely, then gently pushed her away. "I’m sorry, my wife. I can’t respond to you right now."

"That’s okay. You’ll get better soon." She stepped back, now more convinced that he really was impotent.

She took out her phone and opened Instagram to message Thea.

"What to do if a man gets hurt down there?"

"Damn. How rough were you two? What did you do to him?"

Chantelle could already picture the look on Thea’s face as she typed that.

"Shut up. Someone tried to drug Mr. Wilson last night, so I gave him a sedative. He hasn’t been able to harden his manhood since this morning."

Just thinking about it made her sigh. Who would’ve thought a man like Daniel could be this delicate?

"Really? Have you tried to touch it?"

"Philip said there’s a high chance it might be permanent."

Thea glanced over at Philip, who was busy playing a game next to her and smirked.

Philip was always worrying about Daniel. If something was seriously wrong, he’d be locked up in his lab, not sitting here gaming.

"Here’s an idea, take it slow. Who knows, maybe he just needs a little more... stimulation."

More stimulation? That actually made sense, especially with how he was acting earlier.

Still unsure, she sent a message to Philip. He was so caught up in his game that he only replied with two words.

"Stimulate him."

Daniel was in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water when he felt Chantelle’s eyes on him. He turned and saw the sly look on her face.

A chill ran down his spine.

"Your water, my dear," he said, handing her the glass.

She took a sip and asked, "Are you thirsty?"

He didn’t answer. He looked a little thrown off.

Then, without warning, she approached him. Her lips brushed against his like a soft feather. He sucked in a sharp breath.

Just as he was starting to enjoy the fact that she finally kissed him, he felt a sudden heat rush through his lower body.

His eyes went wide as he stared at her in shock.

Follow current novels on freewe(b)novel.c(o)m