My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 49

Karen got up and sat down beside Kevin. She glanced at the table and found that there were more than a dozen dishes, most of which were spicy food, which was not suitable for patients after a high fever.

After looking around, Karen fixed her eyes on a delicious bowl of porridge.

Even if Karen didn't know much about medicine, she knew that the porridge had the effect of nourishing women and was healthy. She couldn't let Kevin drink this given his condition.

Kevin usually ate lightly, and these dishes were also made by this aunt. Why did she make such dishes when she knew he was sick?

After glancing around, Karen looked at Kevin doubtfully. "Are you sure these dishes were prepared for you by Aunt Jen?"

"No." Kevin looked at Karen with deep and gentle eyes. "I have already eaten. These are specially prepared for you by Aunt Jen."

Karen asked in surprise, "Was it prepared for me?"

Kevin nodded.

His simple words swept away the unhappiness that was left in Karen's heart. It turned out that as she was worried about him, he had also missed her.

"Thank you!" Karen looked at Kevin and smiled. She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.

Because of what had happened to Kevin that day, Karen was so worried that she was not in the mood to have breakfast, and lunch had been postponed until now. She was really hungry, so she didn't look very elegant while she ate.

Kevin looked at her with deep eyes. After a long time, he said, "Were you hurt today?"

Karen was not a person who easily shed tears. Kevin remembered this clearly. His intuition told him that she must have been very upset.

Karen paused to pick up the food, looked up at him, and said in a choked voice, "Yes I was hurt."

"Tell me. If anyone dares to bully you, I will take revenge." Kevin's words sounded like a joke, but he paid attention to every subtle change of her expression.

"You're the one who hurt me." Karen really wanted to say so, but after thinking about it, she decided not to. Even if she said it, he could not give himself two slaps on the face for her.

"Knock knock—"

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Nick pushed the door open and walked in. He put a document in front of Kevin and said, "Director Kevin, this document needs your signature." Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nick brought the documents over to Kevin and showed them to him one by one. Then he spoke to Kevin in French.

Karen didn't understand what he was talking about. She could only make out some words, it sounded like they were discussing something that Kevin wanted to buy.

While they were talking, Kevin had finished reading the documents. He took the pen handed over by Nick and signed his full name— Leo Kevin Kyle.

Nick put away the documents and left. Kevin glanced casually at a lunchbox on the tea table.

Kevin had a fond memory of this thermal container. The last time, Karen had prepared simple sushi in it for him.

"What's that?" He looked at the thermal lunch box on the other side of the side table and asked softly.

Karen followed his gaze and looked over. When she saw the thermal lunch box she brought over, she stammered, "No, it's nothing."

"Huh?" Kevin raised his eyebrows and looked at Karen quietly.

Karen was flustered, so she had to say honestly, "I brought you vegetable porridge. I was worried that you wouldn't like it, so I didn't take it out for you."

Kevin coughed lightly and said very seriously, "Karen, you are not me. How would you know that I don't like it? You haven't asked me and haven't given me a chance to choose. How can you decide for me?"

At that time, when he had decided to marry Karen, he would try to accept everything about her, whether it was good or bad.

But recently, Karen gave him the feeling that she didn't trust him.

Karen lowered her head and whispered like a child who had done something wrong, "Okay, I won't make decisions for you without asking for your opinion in the future."

Seeing Karen lowering her head like a small child, Kevin felt that it was a little funny and said, "I'm actually hungry. Please bring me a bowl."

"Alright." Karen took the lunch box and said, "This is kale porridge. It may be a little bit bitter. Is that alright with you?"

"I'm not a picky eater." Kevin was actually very picky. He was only not picky when Karen cooks. He could eat whatever she made.

Just like last time, although he knew that he was allergic to onion, he still ate it. In the end, he had to get an injection at the hospital.

After they had gotten married, he had been working very hard to be a good husband.

"Is it nice?" Karen looked at him and asked with a smile.

"Not bad." This time, Kevin generously praised her and ate a big mouthful.

Seeing Kevin eat the porridge she had cooked personally, a hint of sweetness rose in her heart, as if she was getting closer to him.

Kevin usually wouldn't say nice words to her, but when he knew that her hands and feet were cold, he would prepare gloves and warmers for her, he showed his care with actions.

During this period of time, she slept very well every night. She had rarely woken up because of cold hands and feet like before.

Kevin was eating the porridge when Amelia Gray knocked on the door, accompanied by a doctor.

The doctor was the one who had given Kevin the injection. Karen had seen him in the morning.

The doctor's eyes swept over Karen and finally fell on the bowl of porridge that Kevin had eaten. "Young Master, your fever hasn't subsided, and it may cause other symptoms at any time. So please eat food that is strictly made by us for the time being. It will be bad if it becomes a bacterial infection."

Hearing the doctor's words, Karen felt very uncomfortable, which clearly meant that her food was not clean.

Yes, she admitted that she knew Kevin less than they did. They were all people who had been at Kevin's side for a long time and had a close relationship with him, but she was Kevin's wife!

Just as Karen was distressed, Kevin suddenly held on to her. His low and deep voice sounded slowly and firmly in her ear, "Special Assistant Amelia, Dr. Steven, let me introduce my wife, Karen Daly, to you."

My wife, Karen Daly!

These simple words quickly pierced her heart, softened it instantly, and she looked at Kevin quietly and tenderly.

He was right, from the day they got married, Karen Daly was no longer Miss Daly, but Mrs. Kyle.

Kevin looked at Karen again, and his eyes softened. "Karen, Special Assistant Amelia, and Dr. Steven have been working with me for a long time. We seem to be working together, but in fact, we are all friends. They are like my relatives."

Kevin's words were very pleasant, but once again emphasized the true relationship between them.