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.

having slept so much earlier, found himself wide awake. Abby had insisted he stay in the room, so he stood by the window instead, watching as she walked out of the inpatient building. He followed her movements

rang,

and picked it up from the

remembers to call and check on

why did she have to call so late? Was she not

Evan answered the call.

feeling? Your grandmother told me you have a bad cold. Honestly, it's embarrassing that you ended up hospitalized just from

loves spicy food. What are

yourself-make two versions of everything: non-spicy for

a

note of grievance, but Rosella wasn't about to let him off

"Ending up in the

couldn't help but feel indignant. Rosella didn't even know how unbearably spicy the food had been. He'd never liked spicy food, even as a kid. Back home, the chef always catered

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like a duck. Are you even my son? Or