Pursuing My Ex Wife in Full Blooming Spring

Amelia happened to be playing with her phone when she heard this. Checking the time, she said, "It's 7:40, go back to sleep for a while, I'm fine."Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

With that, Amelia lightly patted Naomi's head, much like an adult playfully patting a child, in a rather good mood.

By this point, Naomi was already quite awake. Feeling the gentle taps from Amelia on her head, she found it amusing, akin to how a child might feel. Helplessly looking at Amelia and assessing her complexion, Naomi noticed that Amelia's color was not great when she arrived last night-pale and tired.

However, it seemed that a good night's sleep revived her spirits, and she did not look as unwell now.

Naomi smiled and reached out to touch Amelia's forehead. It was warm but not scalding. "Hmm, not bad. You've recovered quickly."

Amelia immediately boasted, "Of course! Have you forgotten who I am? I'm Amelia, the invincible roach!"

Unable to contain herself, Naomi burst into laughter. She stood up.

"What are you doing?" Amelia asked.

"Opening the curtains."

Naomi enjoyed sunlight; wherever it touched, it always felt warm.

Swoosh!

The curtains pulled apart, allowing a flood of sunlight to pour in, enveloping her face. Naomi instinctively closed her eyes, tilting her chin up to savor the warmth of the sunlight.

Leaning against the bedside, Amelia watched the person standing in front of the window, bathed in the large expanse of sunlight. At this moment, a smile formed in her eyes.

True friends might not always be in constant contact, but when you truly need them, they will be there for you without hesitation.

Friends like these, she did not need many, just one would do.

Naomi was the best.

"Come on, let's freshen up and then have something to eat. Our gentleman, Charles, has already delivered your toiletries early, along with a change of clothes and

breakfast. He's like the epitome of a

perfect husband."

Amelia brought the bag from the bedside table over, taking out its contents one by one.

Her lively nature, once set in motion, could not be easily stopped.

Upon hearing her words, Naomi turned around. "Has Charles visited?"

"Yeah. He came at six, then again at seven. If he wasn't bringing you things, he was just here to check on you. Tsk, the feeling of being cared for by someone is truly enviable."

Amelia laid out everything on the bed, occasionally looking at Naomi as if to say: Look, isn't this man amazing?

A smile appeared on Naomi's face, somewhat helpless. She walked over, saying, "Sean also cares a lot about you."

"After I called him and updated him on your situation, he immediately arranged for a doctor. He was genuinely worried."

"Huh, worried? I bet he's just bored out of his mind."

While Amelia spoke these words, her eyes did not meet Naomi's. Her hands continued to rummage through the bag, but the movements were noticeably slower than before.

Seeing her like this, seemingly

indifferent, Naomi understood. When someone is sick, they are most vulnerable. At such times, having someone who cares deeply for you, who is concerned about you, can be felt in the depths of your heart.

Naomi knew that Amelia sensed Sean's concern last night.

"Come, come, take a look at these. Oh my, he even bought you intimate undergarments. Our Charles, isn't he a bit too meticulous?"

Amelia quickly changed the subject, pointing at the intimate undergarments she pulled out of the bag. She looked at Naomi with a mischievous smile. Naomi was momentarily stunned.