Telling Lies, loving you

Chapter 98 I Want To Hug You

"Don't catch a cold." Scott put his hand down and said.

"I'm going to cook the dinner. Boss, you can wait in the living room. It will be ready soon." She came back early today. Apparently, her mother didn't prepare any food but only cooked some rice.

She put the food she bought in the refrigerator and prepared some food to the kitchen.

Standing outside the kitchen for a while, Scott heard the sound from inside and lifted the corners of his mouth.

It had been a long time since he had her cooking last time, and he missed it so much. He had a bad habit, that was, he couldn't get used to street stalls. Or maybe he was allergic to oil, which made him allergic to anything he ate outside.

Since the dishes were cooked by herself, it was rather clean.

But that also depended on who was the cook. If the cook was not Olivia or Michelle, it would be difficult for Scott to swallow it.

He didn't leave but stood there quietly, watching the busy figure in the kitchen.

The kitchen door was transparent, so people outside could see the people inside clearly, and people inside could also see the people outside. Apparently, Michelle was too busy to see the people outside, she kept her head down all the time.

After she got the dishes ready, she was going to put them on the pan and start cooking.

Scott looked at her longingly, and he even didn't know the procedures of cooking. He had never known that she could be so busy when she cooked alone.

"Ah, so hot!"

The kitchen door was pushed open. Michelle took out the soup that had been cooked by her. Scott looked as if he was going to bring the soup.

"Boss, be careful! It's burning!"

As soon as she finished her words, however, Scott was burned. The soup in her hand was also poured to the ground, and the porcelain with the soup was smashed.

Hearing the sound, Olivia quickly came out of the bedroom. After seeing the situation over there, she asked anxiously, "what's wrong?"

Without saying anything, Michelle just stared at Scott's burned hand.

"Go to the kitchen and pour some sauce after washing it with cold water." Olivia knew it was inconvenient for her to do so, so she had to inform her daughter.

Not daring to neglect, Michelle grabbed Scott's arm and rushed into the kitchen.

She turned on the tap and carefully washed the injured hand for Scott. "How's it? Does it still hurt?"

Her concerned words directly broke into Scott's heart. No matter how painful he was, he still seemed to be spread a layer of honey on his face. When Michelle saw Scott frown, she knew that it must be very painful.

As the saying goes, "aged ginger is more pungent." Michelle didn't go against her mother's words and obediently applied a layer of black sauce on Scott's hand. His hand seemed to have been braised because of the scald.

Seeing that, Michelle tried hard to hold back her laughter. After all, he was her boss before.

How could Scott not know what she was thinking about? So he replied frankly, "you can laugh as you like. Don't you think that my hands look like a cooked meat?"

Speaking of this, even Scott couldn't help laughing out loud.

Olivia sat aside and said crossly, "you naughty boy, how could you say that?"

Michelle didn't say anything. She just looked at his hand, lost in thought. In fact, Scott was injured, it was her fault partly. If only she had insisted on her idea at the beginning. Why was she so silly as to ask a person who was born with a silver spoon to take it?

Luckily, Scott did not blame her, otherwise she must be in big trouble now.

When they were having dinner, Scott's hand was inconvenient, so he had been fed by Michelle. Yes, it was "feed".

Maybe this was the so-called retribution. She was the one who made him like this. Under this situation, he at least needed to rest for a few days.

He stayed at her home tonight because of his injured hands.

She knew that he was a clean freak, so she prepared a clean bed set for him. While she chose to sleep in the living room because she knew that her sleeping posture was not good enough. She didn't want to disturb her mother.

Besides, it was so comfortable to sleep alone!

Scott went to bed without taking a shower. Obviously he felt uncomfortable. He turned over and over but couldn't fall asleep. The pain in his palm made him frown.

The door of the bedroom was ajar. Considering that his hand couldn't be touched, she didn't close the door tightly.

Finally, Scott lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was complicated, almost in a mess.

What the hell was this?

He rushed here because he missed her so much that he wanted to see her crazily? Even if she didn't want him and didn't like him, he was still crazy enough to come back from abroad.

But he didn't expect that he would get hurt. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. But it might be a good thing to stay at her home.

In the dark, Scott got up and slipped down the bed with his thin quilt.

He ignored it, wore his slippers and went out carefully, afraid of waking up the family.

The light was off in the living room. By the moonlight outside the window, he could see the woman sleeping on the sofa. He walked over and then squatted down slowly, staring at her sleeping face.

This was the first time he saw her sleeping. He lowered his head and gently kissed her lips.

In her sleep, Michelle felt uncomfortable to her lips, so she turned over lazily and continued to sleep. However, Scott was still squatting there, laughing foolishly.

With no intention to go back to sleep, he reclined on the sofa and looked at her. He seemed to have forgotten the pain in his hand.

Michelle was sleeping quietly like a newborn baby, clever and lovely.

He indeed couldn't control himself. How he wished he could hold her in his arms forever.

Suddenly, Michelle felt a little cold. She couldn't help but pull the blanket that was about to fall off the sofa. But no matter how hard she tried, she still felt cold.

When he saw this, Scott endured the pain in his hand and covered her with a blanket. Tonight, he was not sleepy at all, even though he hadn't slept for a whole day.

As long as he saw her, he felt warm, full of energy.

When Michelle woke up the next morning, she found that Scott was sleeping on the corner of the couch.

She opened her eyes wide all of a sudden, and then hurriedly got up from the sofa and said, "Boss, why are you sleeping here? Go back to your room and have a rest. Let me help you. "

She didn't know how long Scott had stayed here, and the only thing she knew was that he was injured. Scott was in a semi-conscious and half dreamy state. He walked in a zigzag way, as if he was drunk.

His whole body was supported by her fist, which made it a little difficult for her to push him away, so that they could not fall to the ground at the same time. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing.

When they finally returned to the room, Michelle was tucking him in, but suddenly she was pulled into his arms!

With her face pressed against his chest and the unique smell of his body, Michelle blushed. She struggled to get up, but the more she struggled, the tighter Scott held her.

"Let me hug you." His words were a bit vague, but there were only two people in the room, and it was in the early morning, so Michelle listened to him clearly.

But she didn't move at all this time. Instead, she rest her head on his chest. She was afraid that she might have touched his hand during her struggle.

Scott kept this posture for a long time until Michelle could not feel his strength, and then she left carefully.

After she was free, she couldn't help yawning while standing beside the bed.

She didn't leave, but stood there, watching Scott sleeping. To be honest, he was a little different now. All in all, he was intimate. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

His sculptural handsome face became more and more fascinating at this time.

With that, Michelle squatted beside the bed and touched his handsome face. "Oh my God, why is it so hot?" she asked

Subconsciously, she knew he had a fever. She didn't know why it was so hot.

Michelle had no time to change her clothes. When she rushed out to buy the medicine, she happened to meet her mother who just came out of the room. Olivia asked confusedly, "What's up, Michelle?"

"The president has a fever. I'm going to buy some medicine."

Michelle was so anxious that tears were almost coming out. She didn't even realize how anxious she was at the moment.

"I have anti fever medicine. It's in the drawer under the table. Take it to Scott!" When she heard that Scott had a fever, Olivia became very anxious. She hurriedly gave Michelle order and she herself went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Scott.

After she found the medicine, Michelle took it back to her room.

She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the man who was having a fever. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.

At this time, Olivia had already brought in the bowl of porridge. She took a look at the man lying on the bed and then put the bowl on the bedside table.

"You can sit beside him and put his upper body into your arms to feed him the medicine."

Olivia knew what her daughter was worried about, but why did she still care so much now?

Without hesitation, Michelle did. After all, Scott had a high fever. Michelle had just taken Scott's temperature, which had reached 40 degrees. She believed that he would be fine as long as he took the medicine.

According to her mother's instructions, Michelle slowly lifted up Scott's head and finally let him rest in her arms. Then she took the medicine from her mother, opened his mouth slightly and put it in.

"Drink some water." Olivia handed the cup over, with warm water in it.

Scott's consciousness was vague, but fortunately, he had swallowed the medicine. Now his stomach was empty, so Michelle had to feed him the congee herself.

She remembered she did the same thing last night, and she did it in front of her mother.

At that time, she was extremely uncomfortable. She thought her mother would help her, but Olivia just kept smiling happily, as if she was watching a Korean drama.