Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

"Have you eaten?" Evan asked Abby, his voice still hoarse but just loud enough for her to hear.

"I have," Abby replied. "But now I'm hungry again. You've been asleep long enough. Do you even know what time it is? It's past nine in the evening. Don't try to talk-if you need to say something, type it out on your phone and show me."

Evan's condition had noticeably improved, and Abby felt a wave of relief. She had been genuinely worried he'd stay sick for days just because of the spicy food.

"Okay," Evan rasped, his voice strained but obedient.

Abby handed him the bowl of porridge. "Here, eat this. It's plain, but at least it has a bit of salt for flavor."

Evan, clearly famished, finished the porridge in no time.

"Do you want more?" Abby asked. "There's another bowl in the thermal lunch box." Evan shook his head.

It was late, and he didn't want to overeat. Besides, he was mindful of his physique-he couldn't afford to ruin it. He hadn't won Abby's heart yet, and he needed to maintain his charm and appearance.

After finishing his infusion and taking his medicine, Abby left the hospital around ten o'clock that night.

the room, so he stood by the window instead, watching as she walked

rang, breaking

picked it up

himself, Finally, she remembers to call

why did she have to call so late? Was

Evan answered the call.

a bad cold.

spicy food.

have to cook for yourself-make two versions of

a long

of grievance, but Rosella wasn't about to let

teased. "Ending up in the hospital over some chili? It's

a kid. Back home, the chef always catered to everyone's tastes, preparing both spicy and

V

tone playful. "You sound like a duck. Are you even my son?