Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband Chapter 859: Pleasing the Man Before Her

Chapter 859: Chapter 859: Pleasing the Man Before Her

Clayton Howard froze in place, montarily stunned and slow to react.

The Young Madam actually asked him to take care of Lady Walker?

If the Young Master found out, would he kill him?

The hospital room door swung open, and upon seeing the woman who entered, Baron Stuart’s complexion grew even darker.

Emily Walker scratched the back of her head. Now, she probably needed to find a way to ingratiate herself with this man.

She walked to the hospital bedside, inspected his wound, and then offered a gentle smile, “Does your wound still hurt?”

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The man remained silent, clearly brooding in his discontent.

Seeing that he wouldn’t speak, Emily couldn’t help but find it amusing, feeling a sudden urge to tease him, “Since you’re alright, then I’ll go back to check on the baby and the others.”

After saying so, she feigned a turn to leave.

Baron Stuart, in a panic, quickly turned his body, “Emily Walker!”

Emily stopped in her tracks, turned her face with a mischievous smile, and then folded back to him.

“It still hurts a lot, doesn’t it?” This ti, her expression was serious, genuinely concerned about his wound.

Feeling the sincerity in her gaze, the jealousy churning within Baron Stuart finally eased a bit. He pursed his thin lips slightly and responded, “Mhm.”

Emily took a seat beside the bed, aware that she hadn’t spent much ti with him this morning and now, she had to make sure to soothe him properly.

“What would you like for lunch? I’ll go ho and have Chef Caron prepare it.”

Baron Stuart furrowed his brow, seemingly contemplating the question seriously.

At last, he spoke faintly, “Noodles.”

Emily’s beautiful eyes lifted slightly in surprise.

He had never been particularly fond of noodle dishes, so why the sudden craving for noodles today?

“Noodles?” She asked again, unsure, “Boiled noodles?”

Baron Stuart’s eyes did not drop to et hers; instead, they remained fixed on the white bedding straight ahead, “Instant noodles, the ones you used to cook.”

“…” Emily was taken aback.

Instant noodles she’d cooked before?

It had been so long that unless he ntioned it, she would have forgotten that she once cooked instant noodles for him.

“But you are injured now, so it’s better not to—” Cooking instant noodles hardly provided any nutrition, and with him injured and hospitalized, how could he eat instant noodles?

Yet before she could finish her sentence, Baron Stuart quickly interrupted her.

“Didn’t you just ask what I wanted to eat?” he frowned, looking sowhat displeased at the woman before him.

Was she unwilling to cook them for him?

Emily paused, and eventually capitulated.

“Alright, I’ll go back and prepare them now, and bring them here by noon.”

Looking at the ti, it was almost noon; heading back now would be just in ti for lunch.

After speaking, Emily was about to rise and leave.

But then, she hesitated for a mont.

It would take at least twenty minutes to get from ho to the hospital. Would the noodles even be edible by the ti she brought them here?

Thinking about this, Emily looked up, her eyes displaying a hint of difficulty as she gazed at the man in front of her.

“Baron Stuart, why don’t you eat sothing else instead?” She wanted to please him, but this was a bit of a tricky situation.

At her words, the man visibly grew displeased once again.

He furrowed his brows, “Why?”

Emily didn’t hide the truth, “If I cook them at ho and then bring them here, the noodles certainly won’t be good to eat anymore.”

Baron Stuart’s brows knitted slightly; although he was a bit disappointed, he deeply missed that taste.

“No matter, just cook them and bring them here,” he insisted.

Emily was once again taken aback.

It was just a pack of instant noodles; how much could he possibly crave them?

“Also, make sure you get here by 11:30 sharp. Not a minute late!” he added.

Emily, though puzzled, thought it was best to accommodate him for now.