Chapter 1080: Chapter 1080: The Strange Sll…… Chapter 1080: Chapter 1080: The Strange Sll…… Camila nodded, feeling much reassured by the doctor’s words.
“Oh, and if Mr. Howard wakes up, rember to keep his diet light, preferably ask the servant to prepare so porridge or sothing, it’ll help with his wounds,” the doctor advised before he left.
Camila nodded again.
But as soon as he left, she beca completely stupefied.
Porridge?
She walked into the kitchen and took a look at the well-stocked cookware. Making porridge…
I don’t know how much ti had passed when Clayton Howard on the bed in the bedroom seed much more relaxed and slowly opened his eyelids.
He looked around the empty room, frowning slightly.
Following that, he seed to sll sothing…
With a puzzled heart, he struggled to get up and walked out of the bedroom.
Just as he went downstairs, that strange sll grew even more intense.
He frowned and walked towards the kitchen.
Upon entering the kitchen, he saw that familiar figure busily scurrying to and fro amidst chaos.
And to the burnt sll coming from the pot, she seed completely oblivious, just focusing on cutting sothing.
“Ah—”
Accompanied by a cry of surprise, Camila quickly dropped the kitchen knife, and then saw droplets of fresh blood falling on the cutting board.
Clayton rushed over at once, “What happened?”
Camila grimaced in pain, “My, my hand got cut.”
“Let see.” Seeing the finger that kept oozing blood, Clayton’s brow knitted together, a wave of distress filled his heart.
He calmly turned off the gas, stopping all operations in the kitchen, then led her into the living room and fetched the dicine box, carefully bandaging her finger.
“What were you doing in the kitchen?” he asked as he bandaged her wound, his own arm also injured and currently suspended with gauze, making it inconvenient for him to bandage her.
Camila lowered her eyelids, feeling even more useless for not even knowing how to make lean at porridge.
“You had a fever this morning, and the doctor said you should eat a light diet, preferably so porridge. I checked online and saw that adding lean at to the porridge would be more nutritious.”
She didn’t know that even cutting so lean at could be so difficult.
Upon hearing this, a warm current swept through Clayton’s heart.
She had been pampered from a young age, unfamiliar with everything in the kitchen, yet for his sake, she tried ti and ti again.
“Where’s Mrs. Beckham?”
“Her daughter-in-law is giving birth, she went to the hospital.”
Hearing this, Clayton frowned, feeling quite helpless.
At this mont, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Camila got up, thinking Mrs. Beckham had co back without her keys.
But when she opened the door, standing outside was Audrey Sawyer…
Upon seeing her, Camila’s expression paused for a mont.
Why couldn’t she escape her presence wherever she went?
Upon seeing Camila, Audrey didn’t say anything but confidently walked past her like a master, heading straight for the living room.
Seeing Clayton with his arm in a bandage, Audrey’s expression changed dramatically, and she hurriedly ca over, asking with concern, “Big Brother Howard! What happened to you?”
Clayton appeared rather indifferent to Audrey’s appearance.
“It’s nothing.”
“How did you get hurt?”
Clayton did not wish to answer that question and instead changed the subject, “Why are you here? Don’t you have work?”
Audrey’s lips pursed, “I heard you were injured, so I took leave to co see you.”
Hearing this, Clayton surprisingly knitted his brows, “Who told you?”
Reviews
All reviews (0)